My work week is almost over, thankfully. We’ve hit our post-holiday slowdown, and time seems to remain at a standstill while I’m at work. Standing around in the photo lab, bullshitting with people is apparently my new job description. One more day, though, and then I get two off. Huzzah!

Sunday, we at the photo lab (including Ryan, Bill, and Krystel) hung out and went bowling. Excluding the Christmas party, it was our first “Photo Lab Night” in a while. As per usual, I had a good time despite the stupid drama that is a fixture at these events. We met at the ‘Weed (Tumbleweed’s) after people got off work, ate some food, then went to Thunderbowl for about an hour, and hour we didn’t bowl. That shithole was packed, no lanes were available, the music was deafeningly loud. We called around to other bowling alleys in or around the area, but all of them were either closed or abandoned. Running out of options, we finally said “Fuck it,” and drove out to Huber Heights to see if this mythical bowling alley there was open. It was, and it rocked. It possessed fifty or so lanes, played music at a reasonable level, and wasn’t as smelly as Thunderbowl. As they closed at midnight, and after pissing away a good portion of the evening at T-Bowl, we only were able to bowl two games. But it was sweet. I bowled a 150-something and a 181. Not bad, considering I irregularly bowl. I think my average when I used to be in a league — back in the day, eight years ago — was in the upper 140s.

Bowling’s the one sport I’m decent at. Once again, I was reminded how much I enjoy it and how much I’d like to be in a league again. Alas, perhaps when I get another job.

I’ve got no pictures to post; forgot my camera. Nick brought his sweet ass camera and took a few, so if he posts them on his site — or if he’d like to send ‘em over my way — I shall post them for your viewing pleasure.

JAB