Bowling Was A Bad Idea

So last night was pretty fun. For the most part. :)
Of course, I went and hung out with RobertBFF and a whole bunch of other people. Everyone decided to go bowling! Yaaaaaaaaaay not. I effing suck at bowling. So I tell them I'm just along for the ride.
That doesn't work at all because I guess they need one more person to bowl. So I reluctantly agree...even though I'm about to embarrass myself.
We're bowling and everything is going great. ((Except for the fact that I only got one strike ever and the rest of the time it was mostly gutter balls)) And RobertBFF decided to invite this guy from his work. I can tell just from one look. TOTAL DOUCHE-AROONIE. His name is Derrick and he thinks he's a gangster. Haha! Whuuutever.
So in between turns I was watching the phx vs Portland game [[rooting for the suns because i hate Portland]] and Derrick walks over.

"Do you even like basketball?"
"Uuuuh, I'm watching it, aren't I?"
"Oh cool. Who's your team?"
"The Utah Jazz, I root for the best."
And he goes, "Ooooooooh!"
And I know right away with a sneaking suspicion, "OHMYGOD. You're a lakers fan."
He says, "Only because of Kobe, he's awesome!"
I just about fucking lost it. "Kobe is a little bitch so you shut your whore mouth! Lakers suck!"

And the rest of the time while we were bowling he was trying sooo hard to impress me! Even RobertBFF was calling it. Robert says,

"Watch, he's going to get a strike, fix his shirt like a little girl, turn around and say something like a smart ass."

Sure enough, Derrick gets a strike, fixes his shirt, and says, "And that's how it's done!"

And I'm up to bowl. And most likely fail. I walk up and grab my eight pound ball and Derrick walks up (why can't he just give up?!) "If you want, I can teach you how to bowl. Watch me, this is how it's done, baby."

Me: "I'm not your baby."

Whatever. You're really not impressing me, just getting on my nerves. I mean seriously! Who is his mother?! And why did she not teach him how to treat a lady! You don't call a girl 'baby' the first day you talk to her! Don't you know there is wooing involved?! Has he never seen a chick flick in his life?! Then he tries to impress me more by telling me he's straight edge. Okay. Cool. Just so you know, you're fucking lame, dude! Straight edge for life? How many straight edge guys claim that, get tattoos and sell out a few years later? You're. Fucking. Lame.

Anyways, besides Derrick, it really wasn't too bad. Derrick's friend Clint was hella funny and even though he was flirty with me too....at least he wasn't being an idiot about it. And Preston was making me laugh so hard that I almost fell out of my chair. He was smashed off his ass and bowling grandma style and backwards for no apparent reason. It was a little embarrassing that I was even losing to Drunk Preston. Gaaaaah!

We should have done mini golf. I'm at least decent at that.