Rochester, NY
It’s Friday. You ain’t got no job. Let’s go bowling. I’m sitting at my sisters place, hanging with her boyfriend Bryan. Sitting in the couch, drinking a brew. It’s Friday. Brew time. It’s good to relax and not worry about who I’m interviewing and where I’m going.
I went to dinner with my parents and their friends tonight. Dinner started at 5:30. The food was fish buffet stuff. Very good. Some crab legs, clam chowder, and various fish stuff.
I bowled tonight. I stink. At the end of the first game, I was last to go for our team of four. A strike would’ve won it. I set up, reared back, let it fly, and wide right, 3 pins fall. If you know me, you know what came next: expletives. Game 2 started like I was Earl Anthony – 3 strikes. It was on from there. The suckas kicked us off at 1:00 AM. I did not finish. I was shooting for career high game of 178. No chance.
I burnt the crap out of the popcorn the 3 of us are eating. Blue Light tastes good. None of that in Charlotte.
I saw The Alamo today. OK at best. Cool for historical purposes.
Buzzed. Staring at TV. Later.
Caytie’s annoyed.