Fuck it Dude, let’s go bowling.
I’m refusing to think or talk about the Patriots for the time being. It’s part of the first stage of tragic loss, Denial. Instead, I’m concentrating on bowling. I’m no bowler mind you, but I’ve tossed the ol’ball before. I’m actually thinking about wearing pajama bottoms just like “The Dude.” I’m not sure where we’re going but I know there’s going to be a throwdown.
In one corner a 105lb luscious lane lounger, Laurie. In the other corner, the wiley and resourceful Mookie. I think the higher your score the better? I’ll need to remember how to keep score. While I am generally competitive I’m not going to let that get in the way of having a good time. Hopefully there will be no cameras present as “Bowling Shots” don’t sound very flattering. Bowling only lasts so long, maybe dinner won’t be out of the question as bowling can work up an appetite for sure. I keep meaning to dowload “The Big Lebowski” but haven’t gotten around to it yet. I’ve loaned out my original DVD so many times it doesn’t work anymore.
Anyhoo, I’m off to lunch shortly and I’ll try to add another note before the day is out.