Got kicked out of my own going away party at a bowling alley in Reno
Six years back my friend group threw me a surprise party at the alley on Virginia Street, and my best friend since 7th grade spent the whole night telling everyone I was moving to run from something. I grabbed my ball and left at frame 4, and I never spoke to any of them again. Has anyone else had a friend turn a happy night into their own weird therapy session?