Yes, this exists. Yes, I joined it. No, I’m not good at it. Yes, I think it’s entirely appropriate that a 30-something woman would spend her Wednesday evenings rolling balls and hoping they land in holes when all around her, people are pushing out children and hoping they end up okay. (It’s way past the “getting married” stage at this point, unless you’re talking about the stunted adults in NYC, who, okay, live here so I suppose I can talk about.)
What’s your point?