Day 33: Jack Flash sat on a candlestick.

I'm Adam Sell and I have two months left before I leave Boston. My challenge? Do something in the city every day. Have ideas for my adventure? Send me an email.

Growing up, I simply adored when my friends had birthday parties at the nearby bowling alley, Fairway Lanes in Natick. We'd roll out the bumpers and play a couple strings of candlepin. Candlepin only, mind you — we didn't have that big-ball variety.

As such, I didn't roll a bowling ball with finger-holes until I was 18 and visited an alley the other direction on Route 9. To this day, I prefer candlepin; not only am I demonstrably better at it, I also get the thrill of introducing friends who aren't from Mass. to the wonders of three-ball-frames.

Well, the opportunity arose for some late-night candlepin, and I sure didn't need my arm twisted. So a friend and I jumped in my car (when I say late-night, I mean after the T stops running) and headed to Boston Bowl, where the lanes never close. My friend, being from the North Shore, was all about the choice of candlepin over tenpin, though both of us were a little bit uncertain about the "bowling in the dark" concept they had going on:

But it didn't seem to affect our game. We both sucked at it. But I won, which is the most important thing. (Yeah, I'm the eldest child, how can you tell?) We raised our eyebrows at the, shall we say, "eclectic" music blasting at us from the speaker above as we finished off our one string.

Oh, and did I mention they give you socks? Yeah, Boston Bowl gives out socks with shoe rentals. I have three pairs of big gaudy Boston Bowl socks now, but I wear them with pride whenever I can. I just make sure to fold it over so the logo isn't showing.