I feel much more refreshed now after having showered off the stench of le piste de bowling. Truly there’s nothing like the combined feeling of stale cigarette smoke and the unique odor exuded by sweaty bowlers to give one’s skin a nice, glossy sheen like that of a rotting fish. The bowling alley’s atmosphere was so viscous you could almost cut through it with the edge of an ash tray.

Tonight was the first Photo Lab Night held in some time. A confluence of busy schedules, lackadaisical persons (me), and a temporary apathy towards bowling was the cause. Sure, we could do something other than bowling, and we have: the last thing we all did together was go see V for Vendetta, and it was awesome. But other than bowling or the occasional movie, there just really isn’t that much else to do after nine pm (when a number of people get off work). Though the attendance tonight was sparse (only Jason, Andrew, and I were there), it was fun. We bowled, most of us doing pretty well, and then went to Steak N Shake. ‘Twas a good time had by all.

Andrew just got his apartment, and I’m very jealous. It’s a two-bedroom for only $430 a month. Of course, it’s in Trotwood (Westbrook Village), so maybe I’m not too jealous after all.

JAB