I Hear The Baps Are Rather Nice

Strangely for us, Wolfie and I decided to have a midweek furmeet over in Bradford. Despite being the nearest city to where we live, the transport network is such that Leeds is far easier to get to so we rarely venture over to the dark side of West Yorkshire. However, with rumours of a furmeet in the offing - and bowling without a goddamn fursuit for once :P - we decided to head on over and have some fun. We still got wet in the torrential rain home though as the only bus we could catch gave us a 20 minute walk back home. Suckles indeed, and not good suckles.

The bowling had already started by the time I had arrived and someone gave me the delightful name of Doggy Style and programmed the kid barriers to go up whenever it was my go. So I caned their asses in the first game, scoring 96 to win by 14, but it was a hollow victory when I was the only one playing without gutters. I ate some fruit Mentos and some cheesy Doritos but then found the Skittles so was hooked on them instead. For some reason, the machine refused to give me any red ones. They're always a rip off when compared to a proper packet.

My name for the second one was Number 47 Bus Stop for a reason I don't know as we all ended up naming each other. I called Wolfie Fluffy Wolf as he is allergic to cuteness. Panda Bum had a cute tail and I didn't play with the barriers this time. She gave me a panda badge so I pretended to be a panda with pink hair and I started bowling well. I was close to winning it but a last effort of 1 saw me tie on 84. Most frustrating. When I put the bowling shoes back I tried to get some better shoes by saying the lady had put them in the wrong place. I had some nice Budweiser in those commemorative World Cup metal bottles and then compared it to the usual glass bottles and found it tasted nicer out of the metal bottles. It was also more fun to play with too. During the bowling we chatted about cons, travelling and their college, which was kinda fun. Sometimes I felt a little out of place but then I always do with furries these days. The common interest thing is a strong concern now. Still, it was a great evening by and large, and definitely great doing something different.

After that we searched for some food but furries being furries, we ended up in McDonald's rather than somewhere more adventurous. It was nice enough for convenience food but it is a shame the Yates has closed down as pub food would have been healthier. In hindsight, probably should have ordered the delicious looking nachos at the bowling deeley. We then decided to loiter for a bit before heading for the bus stop for home. Some slapper girl and her mate were trying to fix us up with her but we turned our backs and walked away. And that was the evening.

*As an aside, on the bus into work this morning, there was a rather exciteable dog who whimpered so much he sounded like a busted windscreen wiper. Anyways, about five minutes into the journey, I heard the gruff Yorkshireman with whom he was with shout "bad dog" before smelling the distinctive smell of urine. Thankfully, my journey was coming to an end but wondered what would happen if I just peed in the middle of the bus. After all, I needed one.

I Hear The Baps Are Rather Nice

Strangely for us, Wolfie and I decided to have a midweek furmeet over in Bradford. Despite being the nearest city to where we live, the transport network is such that Leeds is far easier to get to so we rarely venture over to the dark side of West Yorkshire. However, with rumours of a furmeet in the offing - and bowling without a goddamn fursuit for once :P - we decided to head on over and have some fun. We still got wet in the torrential rain home though as the only bus we could catch gave us a 20 minute walk back home. Suckles indeed, and not good suckles.

The bowling had already started by the time I had arrived and someone gave me the delightful name of Doggy Style and programmed the kid barriers to go up whenever it was my go. So I caned their asses in the first game, scoring 96 to win by 14, but it was a hollow victory when I was the only one playing without gutters. I ate some fruit Mentos and some cheesy Doritos but then found the Skittles so was hooked on them instead. For some reason, the machine refused to give me any red ones. They're always a rip off when compared to a proper packet.

My name for the second one was Number 47 Bus Stop for a reason I don't know as we all ended up naming each other. I called Wolfie Fluffy Wolf as he is allergic to cuteness. Panda Bum had a cute tail and I didn't play with the barriers this time. She gave me a panda badge so I pretended to be a panda with pink hair and I started bowling well. I was close to winning it but a last effort of 1 saw me tie on 84. Most frustrating. When I put the bowling shoes back I tried to get some better shoes by saying the lady had put them in the wrong place. I had some nice Budweiser in those commemorative World Cup metal bottles and then compared it to the usual glass bottles and found it tasted nicer out of the metal bottles. It was also more fun to play with too. During the bowling we chatted about cons, travelling and their college, which was kinda fun. Sometimes I felt a little out of place but then I always do with furries these days. The common interest thing is a strong concern now. Still, it was a great evening by and large, and definitely great doing something different.

After that we searched for some food but furries being furries, we ended up in McDonald's rather than somewhere more adventurous. It was nice enough for convenience food but it is a shame the Yates has closed down as pub food would have been healthier. In hindsight, probably should have ordered the delicious looking nachos at the bowling deeley. We then decided to loiter for a bit before heading for the bus stop for home. Some slapper girl and her mate were trying to fix us up with her but we turned our backs and walked away. And that was the evening.

*As an aside, on the bus into work this morning, there was a rather exciteable dog who whimpered so much he sounded like a busted windscreen wiper. Anyways, about five minutes into the journey, I heard the gruff Yorkshireman with whom he was with shout "bad dog" before smelling the distinctive smell of urine. Thankfully, my journey was coming to an end but wondered what would happen if I just peed in the middle of the bus. After all, I needed one.