I’d reckon there’s no greater way to show your Americanism than having a birthday at a bowling alley. And so this was our version of a Venezuelan birthday party. Nothing extreme. Just knocking stuff down with balls. This little boy’s dream.
And I’d reckon there’s no greater way to show your Grahamism than refusing the birthday song. Note the picture below where G is covering his ears. The alley plays the the birthday song for all the parties that are happening consecutively. The birthday song here is, no joke, 10 minutes long. It’s crazy. And Graham doesn’t even like the relatively short English version to be sung. So not until after all the other parties were done singing did we gather our people around the table to perform our version of the Happy Birthday song: a quick “Happy birthday” on the count of three. I, for one, can completely understand not wanting to stand still for 10 minutes while people stare, sing and clap at you.
So one, two, three…Happy birthday, Graham!