Slow start.

This blog is like the fire you've tried to get going out in the wind and cold up north, huddled around with nothing more than your late-summer sweatshirts and beer in your gut to keep you warm. Not to worry, friends. Soon, this baby will be blazing and white-hot. We'll throw our bottles of beer into it and watch them melt before our eyes, shifting shapes and changing colors. But anyway, yeah, that bowling event was a real dandy. Tons of fun. I thought I had Ted for a moment but before I could get a handle on my game, the booze got a handle on me. I remember squinting down there at the ol' pins and willing them to stop moving. It was strange. Nelson kept taking pictures. Yet in this retarded drunken stupor I still clung to the belief that I could win. Well, I didn't. In fact, I think I only had the third best score that not. But fuck if it wasn't fun as hell. I haven't been bowling since, I'm sad to say. Which brings me to this: lets bowl you bastards. As soon as possible. I'm talking a big outing, without trophies or with, very soon. Lets get this together. Word.