It's 1 a.m. and your standard watering hole just closed its doors. Your BAC broke double digits long ago. Standing on the curb with your posse, it's the moment of truth, the all-important decision: perseverance, or quit while you're ahead. No contest. "I'm feeling great, I'm feeling so fine," you slur (out of tune). "Until tomorrow but that's just some other time." Now? Now it's time to find more booze. But where? You nearly nodded off sitting on the last barstool. What you need is some action. "Screw it, dude, let's go bowling," someone suggests. A $3 plate of nachos, a fresh cocktail and a funky rented pair of shoes later, it's a whole new ballgame. It's time to knock shit over with a big black ball for a couple hours! "What's that?" you ask. "Did someone say after-party?"