Fursuit Bowling
Apr. 6th, 2009 12:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lupestripeI rarely write about Newcastle meets for reasons I can't really isolate. Tiredness probably plays a factor. Drunkenness, definitely. Having a sore rump, possibly. All of life's little vicissitudes melding into a fragmented thought pattern that dares take me away from putting digit to keyboard and dribbling on it.
But alas that has changed, and alas is what we had in the form of Rabid and her rather excellent fursuit (she even responded to my request to raise her tail so I could gaze at the colour of her tip!!). Draken took the front seat - quite literally when he drove us to the bowling alley - for arranging duties and I just got angry - the idiots seemed to be out in force in Newcastle today. Perhaps they are reverse vampires and the Sun brings them out.
Draken and Razzle had also brought their fursuits - both homemade and displaying talent that I can only be envious of - and I had brought mine too for a game of fursuit bowling... der der derrrrr!! I had never done this furry staple and I had been relishing the opportunity all week.
Wolfie got me velcro shoes as he said I was retarded. This may have been true as the poor visibility of my fursuit hardly helped me and I was soon notching up a score that was making me most proud. I think it went 7, 1, 0, 0, 0 in the first five bowls - I was getting more gutters than a plumber's house being attacked by serial arsonists.
The problem was that a) the ball kept going down the gutter, b) I couldn't bowl the damn thing straight as my paws wouldn't fit in the holey things and c) I couldn't see the pins and the lane at the same time, meaning I had to guess where everything was. It was also stiflingly hot.
On the sixth bowl I somehow got a strike. I don't know how as the ball was heading towards the gutter again and I turned my back on it in frustration. However, somehow, it skirted over the edge of the gutter, back into the centre and knocked all the pins down. I was oblivious to this until I had picked up my ball for the second shot. When I noticed, it was too late to do any mock celebratory dancing.
Apart from that, I did the usual fursuit things - making kids smile, annoying the staff and dancing in front of buses - although I did do a naughty and wear my bowling shoes outside. Spanked tailholes all round!!
I also tried the DDR phenomenon in fursuit, bought some Tutti Fruttis that I shared around and eventually finished with a score of 39 - respectable when you consider that I am so crap at bowling that without suit I normally get 48 or so (although the last time I was at this alley, I won the game with 110 and I got a certificate saying that "Lupestripe Is The Star" - I still have it). Sadly, Draken got 92, so I couldn't use the being in suit as an excuse for my poor performance.
The day was quite strange in a lot of ways and I must admit to being on edge throughout most of it. I think I made a lot of people laugh but there were times when my patience was sorely tested.
One of these was in a lift in a car park as we were heading back from the bowling alley. There, Draken and Wolfie thought it would be fun to jump up and down in the lift as it was moving. They did this twice before the lift promptly broke down and started flashing "Out Of Service", confronting me with one of my two phobias. Suffice to say that my language was colourful until we were let out some thirty seconds later, after pressing every button imaginable. I can only apologise for my anger, it came straight out of fear and instinct. It was very unlike me - I get stressed often but rarely completely lose my cool.
Also, the drunken Irish people in the bar were a nuisance. The fact one of the larger of the group stripped himself naked and started running about the place is neither here nor there. Now, I'm not a size queen (I really don't care what shape or size your penis is) but if you are going to show your tackle in public, at least make sure it's of decent proportion and one that it is not grossly overshadowed by the size of your belly. His grey checked boxers, I think, are still next to the toilet where he left them. The fact he started throwing chairs around did not aid his cause either.
Added to this was the green-shirted Irish man who thought it would be hilarious to challenge his mate to a running competition before drunkenly rolling about the area next to the exit. He had previously cut in front of me in the bar queue under the pretence that he was more drunk than I was (probably). Near the exit, I had a cumbersome fursuit box to transport out of the venue and he almost got himself ran over. Again, my frustrations overcame me and I had a few choice words for him. I rarely lose my rag but twice in the same day is not good.
Apart from all this, I think everyone had fun. I don't think we will be going back to Twist again after today as my feeling is that the bar staff perpetuated the horrible atmosphere in the pub today and I also feel that they are not too bothered about us being there. I also got pissed off with The Pet Shop Boys being played continuously on loop (not on me literally, I'm not a record player). Draken and I will search for a new venue soon, preferably one where we can suit and also have our own space. Any ideas, answers on a postcard to the usual address (although in Blue Peter style, I will probably have selected a winner by then :P).
Fursuit bowling was a great laugh though and after it, we all went our separate ways before meeting back up again in Twist. Wolfie, Oracle, Mortious and I went to an all you can eat Chinese restaurant where a fat guy didn't like the fact that I said I was getting fat because I felt my breasts growing. Assumedly this was because his breasts had started growing twenty years ago. I tried a lot of Chinese food that I hadn't tried before - including Pork And Tofu In Szechwan Sauce, Spare Ribs In BBQ Sauce, Strips Of Beef In Some Such Sauce and Walkers Crispy Duck & Hoisin Flavour Crisps. I also had strawberry and vanilla ice cream and a biiiiiig glass of Pepsi. I will tell my teacher in school tomorrow what I done.
Before this, on the train up, Wolfie and I had spotted a weird Chinese lady taking pictures of the toilet on the train. When I looked at her, she was scared, but then perhaps that's because I was wearing a dog collar at the time. We should have followed her into the toilet to see exactly what she was doing but alas we didn't think of this until it was too late.
We also partook in eating a load of cookies which were nomdiddlynomscious, including Graham's own concoction, which were nice too. I tried to find spare change in any phone box I could find and in the end I found a bouncy ball. And I think that despite my cutting cynicism, I made everybody laugh, which is the only thing that matters really. It helps that I was a bit lewd and disgusting too mind. Custard creams indeed... :P
It was great catching up with everyone again, it was just a shame that there seemed to be a lot of idiots out in force today. I can't make the next meet due to being in Amsterdam on business but I trust you will all have a good time. Indeed, it will probably be a two day Bank Holiday meet and I should be there on the Monday.
P.S. And Tyler said that he liked my journal. Thanks hun *hugs* - I just write wibble really but glad you enjoy reading :)
P.P.S. There are pictures but I don't have them. As soon as I get them, I'll send a link or upload them.
But alas that has changed, and alas is what we had in the form of Rabid and her rather excellent fursuit (she even responded to my request to raise her tail so I could gaze at the colour of her tip!!). Draken took the front seat - quite literally when he drove us to the bowling alley - for arranging duties and I just got angry - the idiots seemed to be out in force in Newcastle today. Perhaps they are reverse vampires and the Sun brings them out.
Draken and Razzle had also brought their fursuits - both homemade and displaying talent that I can only be envious of - and I had brought mine too for a game of fursuit bowling... der der derrrrr!! I had never done this furry staple and I had been relishing the opportunity all week.
Wolfie got me velcro shoes as he said I was retarded. This may have been true as the poor visibility of my fursuit hardly helped me and I was soon notching up a score that was making me most proud. I think it went 7, 1, 0, 0, 0 in the first five bowls - I was getting more gutters than a plumber's house being attacked by serial arsonists.
The problem was that a) the ball kept going down the gutter, b) I couldn't bowl the damn thing straight as my paws wouldn't fit in the holey things and c) I couldn't see the pins and the lane at the same time, meaning I had to guess where everything was. It was also stiflingly hot.
On the sixth bowl I somehow got a strike. I don't know how as the ball was heading towards the gutter again and I turned my back on it in frustration. However, somehow, it skirted over the edge of the gutter, back into the centre and knocked all the pins down. I was oblivious to this until I had picked up my ball for the second shot. When I noticed, it was too late to do any mock celebratory dancing.
Apart from that, I did the usual fursuit things - making kids smile, annoying the staff and dancing in front of buses - although I did do a naughty and wear my bowling shoes outside. Spanked tailholes all round!!
I also tried the DDR phenomenon in fursuit, bought some Tutti Fruttis that I shared around and eventually finished with a score of 39 - respectable when you consider that I am so crap at bowling that without suit I normally get 48 or so (although the last time I was at this alley, I won the game with 110 and I got a certificate saying that "Lupestripe Is The Star" - I still have it). Sadly, Draken got 92, so I couldn't use the being in suit as an excuse for my poor performance.
The day was quite strange in a lot of ways and I must admit to being on edge throughout most of it. I think I made a lot of people laugh but there were times when my patience was sorely tested.
One of these was in a lift in a car park as we were heading back from the bowling alley. There, Draken and Wolfie thought it would be fun to jump up and down in the lift as it was moving. They did this twice before the lift promptly broke down and started flashing "Out Of Service", confronting me with one of my two phobias. Suffice to say that my language was colourful until we were let out some thirty seconds later, after pressing every button imaginable. I can only apologise for my anger, it came straight out of fear and instinct. It was very unlike me - I get stressed often but rarely completely lose my cool.
Also, the drunken Irish people in the bar were a nuisance. The fact one of the larger of the group stripped himself naked and started running about the place is neither here nor there. Now, I'm not a size queen (I really don't care what shape or size your penis is) but if you are going to show your tackle in public, at least make sure it's of decent proportion and one that it is not grossly overshadowed by the size of your belly. His grey checked boxers, I think, are still next to the toilet where he left them. The fact he started throwing chairs around did not aid his cause either.
Added to this was the green-shirted Irish man who thought it would be hilarious to challenge his mate to a running competition before drunkenly rolling about the area next to the exit. He had previously cut in front of me in the bar queue under the pretence that he was more drunk than I was (probably). Near the exit, I had a cumbersome fursuit box to transport out of the venue and he almost got himself ran over. Again, my frustrations overcame me and I had a few choice words for him. I rarely lose my rag but twice in the same day is not good.
Apart from all this, I think everyone had fun. I don't think we will be going back to Twist again after today as my feeling is that the bar staff perpetuated the horrible atmosphere in the pub today and I also feel that they are not too bothered about us being there. I also got pissed off with The Pet Shop Boys being played continuously on loop (not on me literally, I'm not a record player). Draken and I will search for a new venue soon, preferably one where we can suit and also have our own space. Any ideas, answers on a postcard to the usual address (although in Blue Peter style, I will probably have selected a winner by then :P).
Fursuit bowling was a great laugh though and after it, we all went our separate ways before meeting back up again in Twist. Wolfie, Oracle, Mortious and I went to an all you can eat Chinese restaurant where a fat guy didn't like the fact that I said I was getting fat because I felt my breasts growing. Assumedly this was because his breasts had started growing twenty years ago. I tried a lot of Chinese food that I hadn't tried before - including Pork And Tofu In Szechwan Sauce, Spare Ribs In BBQ Sauce, Strips Of Beef In Some Such Sauce and Walkers Crispy Duck & Hoisin Flavour Crisps. I also had strawberry and vanilla ice cream and a biiiiiig glass of Pepsi. I will tell my teacher in school tomorrow what I done.
Before this, on the train up, Wolfie and I had spotted a weird Chinese lady taking pictures of the toilet on the train. When I looked at her, she was scared, but then perhaps that's because I was wearing a dog collar at the time. We should have followed her into the toilet to see exactly what she was doing but alas we didn't think of this until it was too late.
We also partook in eating a load of cookies which were nomdiddlynomscious, including Graham's own concoction, which were nice too. I tried to find spare change in any phone box I could find and in the end I found a bouncy ball. And I think that despite my cutting cynicism, I made everybody laugh, which is the only thing that matters really. It helps that I was a bit lewd and disgusting too mind. Custard creams indeed... :P
It was great catching up with everyone again, it was just a shame that there seemed to be a lot of idiots out in force today. I can't make the next meet due to being in Amsterdam on business but I trust you will all have a good time. Indeed, it will probably be a two day Bank Holiday meet and I should be there on the Monday.
P.S. And Tyler said that he liked my journal. Thanks hun *hugs* - I just write wibble really but glad you enjoy reading :)
P.P.S. There are pictures but I don't have them. As soon as I get them, I'll send a link or upload them.
