Bowling in New York City is expensive. Especially once you throw in a pitcher of beer. And let’s face it; everyone is peeking into everyone else’s lane to see how everyone else is doing. Luckily, you and your future husband are hamming it up at Bowlmor Lanes and couldn’t care less about your scores. You get more attention for your reaction to a teammate’s gutter ball than you do for your own left-handed, no-look spare. Especially from your future husband, who’s looking for an excuse to grab a drink somewhere in his own shoes.