Bethenny stood in front of it, poured into a tight black tank dress, smiling at a sweaty guy who I assumed was the owner of the place. In her hands, she held a pair of giant scissors.The sweaty guy, clad in a T-shirt that said BOWLERS DO IT IN ALLEYS, cleared his throat and spoke into a handheld mike.“Welcome, everyone, to the grand opening of the Strike It Rich Bowling Alley, where we always have time to ‘spare’ for you!”He and he alone chuckled at his lame gag.“And now, to cut the ceremonial ribbon, let’s give a warm welcome to former Miss Alta Loco Teen Queen, Bethenny Martinez.”Bethenny flashed her pageant smile at the crowd.Nearby I heard a pimply-faced goon whisper to his pals, “She can bowl in my lane any time she wants.”I figured that he and his buddies, all wearing identical puce-colored bowling shirts, were in some sort of bowling club.“Ms. Martinez,” the owner was saying, “will you do the honors?”Her pageant smile firmly in place, Bethenny leaned in to cut the ribbon, exposing a bit of her cleavage and prompting some heavy drooling from the bowling club.Apparently someone had forgotten to sharpen the blades on the ceremonial scissors, because as much as Bethenny hacked away at the ribbon, she couldn’t seem to cut it.Eventually a questionable looking fellow from the bowling club whipped out a hunting knife and offered it to Bethenny, who finally managed to hack the ribbon apart.A Strike It Rich photographer snapped a picture amid tepid applause, and we all headed inside, where Bethenny was scheduled to bowl the first ball.Although Early Army Barracks on the outside, Strike It Rich’s interior was quite elaborate.
