The Signs of the Good Times
I finally made it off the couch, into the shower, and down the street to procure dinner for Kevin and I. Kevin, meanwhile, has not managed to tear himself away from his monitor all day. In fact, he has yet to get dressed. This is a sure sign that a good time was, indeed, had by all last night.
Bowling, beer, and bonding. Sure, everybody mocked me for having my own (illicitly begotten) bowling shoes….until they were forced to wear the newly-sprayed-with-anti-fungal-stuff, ever-so-hip footwear provided by Main Event. No matter. I would also like to take this opportunity to state once and for all that I suck at bowling. In the first frame, I was not, however, the worst. The second game was another matter…..
Seriously, a huge thanks to Camille and Josh. Y’all are awesome! We can’t wait to do it again. Only next time, I think we’ll try for something a little more low-key, so poor Kevin won’t have to spend the whole next day recooperating. 😉
August 11th, 2003 at 6:24 pm
I spent the whole day Fanblogging. There’s a difference.
August 11th, 2003 at 7:08 pm
In your boxers.