This is a story about being wrong.  It doesn't happen very often, but sometimes I'm just... not right. Yesterday was one of those times.  

My brother Devin thought it would be rad if he and I took our shared mother out to dinner for her birthday, just the three of us without our spouses and children.  Also without our sister, but only because she's in Croatia.  "Yes," I said.  "Great idea." I found myself looking much forward to this adult night out, chatting and sipping beverages, and maybe ordering some appetizers.

Imagine my surprise then when Devin was like, "Yeah, so tomorrow.  I was thinking bowling!"

Bowling?!

It's widely known that I don't like fun.  "Well," I texted back, "I don't like fun, so I don't like bowling.  But I will bowl." In addition to not liking fun, I'm also generally agreeable.

Now to the part I was wrong about.  The bowling was supremely fun.  We had some dinner, including sweet potato fries (insanely fun), drank some house-made IPA (what's not fun about that?) and then we bowled.  I improved my score from 70 to 118 between rounds one and two.  I think we can all agree that's an excellent rate of improvement.  It's fun to improve, as it turns out.

I was wrong about the plan, and I'm glad I cooperated.