Burgers, Balls, and Boneheads: A Ballet of Fun and Retardation…

Today we went up to visit Tasha’s grandma after sleeping for 12 hours straight. We sat up there for a few hours with her grandma, who is still in varying levels of pain despite the steadily increasing dosages and combinations of pain medicine.

After that we elected to go and get some running done, but on the way back to Pekin we got a phone call from one who was coming home from a wedding. We had tentatively planned to do something tonight, so we elected to gather at Casa Del Dalcher to decide what to do.

We decided to go to Culvers and get some food and then hit the bowling alley for a few games before I had to go into work. We decided throughout the course of the evening that strongly resembles Dr. Zoidberg from Futurama when bowling.

Tasha provided her normal “I don’t care” attitude regarding her score. Something interesting I noticed about her again tonight… whenever there is music over normal audible levels she must dance. This is a wonderful thing and should be encouraged at every moment possible.

All told, tonight was quite a good time. By some strange formulation of God, the bowling alley appears to have become a hangout for all 14-18 year old burnouts and crackwhores. This is quite disturbing, and will require more study to fully understand.

Right now I’m at work waiting for a production issue to be resolved by some other group that impacts my ability to get my work completed in a timely manner. I hope these people don’t screw the pooch, because this sucks significant quadrants of ass. Speaking of ass, I’ve gotta drop a load off but I can’t because I’m waiting on this goddamned phone call. At least the impending threat of asstastrophe will keep me awake.