Punk Rock Bowling is a gauntlet of pain.
There, I said it. Don’t get me wrong, I love going, but it seriously kicks my ass every year. This year seemed even harder to get through because of the heat. I think previous years had been in the 70s and 80s for the Memorial Day weekend festival in Vegas, but this year we saw 90s and 100+ degree weather all 4 days. After a couple of drinks I suppose you don’t feel the heat anymore though.
I’m getting ahead of myself. This was my third year attending the punk rock music and bowling festival over the memorial Day weekend in Vegas. It was also my second year bowling with my friends Chris and Allison and Allison’s dad, Willy. Erin, as always, was there to drink beer and root us on.