Part 8

The next morning, Charlotte, Miranda, and I met Samantha at the Guggenheim. It was her last day before handing her keys back in, so we made plans to go bowling. Charlotte brought a dozen yoga balls and Samantha set up gift shop mannequins as pins. Despite the building’s spiral shape, it was pretty hard to get the balls to roll more than two floors without going off track. None of us were able to knock down a mannequin from the top floor, but Miranda was able to bowl a strike from three floors up. 

Laughing and playing with my friends, I suddenly had an idea for a poem. Ideas like that come to me so rarely that I knew I had to make the most of it. I ran into the bathroom and wrote: 

Single as the day I was born,
With a life that keeps getting better
Every day. And someday, someone
Will count their lucky stars to join
The world class party my friends
And I are already loving.