the 932nd annual singles and doubles bowling tournament started today. i don’t think i’ve mentioned how much i absolutely hate working the tournament. it’s the time of year where mullets and Mondovi Hair™ from all over the twin cities come to bowl at our alley. i don’t take kindly to strangers in these parts, because they don’t get it. i mean c’mon we’re an 8 lane bowling alley, do you really think we’re gonna make you a latte? really? seriously, you’re lucky we’re not doing in flintstone-style with a monkey using his tail to setting up the pins back there.

this is the time of year where the elements are in harmony and the planets align just right, where it is not utterly absurd to throw a temper tantrum because you don’t have hot sloppy joes at 8:45 in the morning. he settled for some cheese bread to help him wash down his MGD.

only five more weekends until it’s over. god i need a nap.