Fun where? Bowling. With ward groupies. I repeat: bowling. With ward groupies. Alisa feels the same way I do about the ridiculousness of the ward but she buys into it a little more and people tend to like her more. So she got an invite from her neighbors at her apartment complex. And she said she was inviting me, and so we went. Bowling.
And I thought it was girls-only. Because only girls went to dinner together. And then we went to the bowling alley only to find guys from the ward. And not just any guys, but Tommy Boy and his roommate and other faceless, nameless guys I didn't even notice because TOMMY BOY WAS BOWLING WITH ME!
Well, we were all bowling together. But I was there and Tommy Boy was there and it wasn't just at church! And for an hour or so we were forced to talk to each other (along with a few other people in our group).
And I know I said stupid things because my nerves were all over the place. And I always say stupid things when my nerves come into play. So what I've learned: Tommy Boy works part-time at a job he hates also (commonality), but he's working on his masters degree in Social Work at the U so it is only temporary (lucky him). He is originally from the Seattle area. And he loves nachos with fake cheese at the bowling alley or any other location for that matter.
How lame am I? I savor these pieces of information like they mean everything! That is what I gleaned from an hour of chatting together with far too many other people in the room, or alley.
Oh, and he's voting Obama because someone dared break into the politics talk last night. Let me tell you the truth here--I'm kind of sick of this whole election. Neither candidate impresses me. Neither can effect change the way they think they can. But the truth is I am probably voting for Obama too (another commonality) because I do not agree with Sarah Palin's policy, politics, or former work in the state of Alaska and John McCain is old enough that he just might die in office and she will take over (that was totally a joke and I hope I didn't come off as an ignorant twit in all of that, I've just had it up to here with NPR and every other major news report being filled with presidential election business when it is the local elections that actually impact my life).
Okay, so there you have it. My brief interlude with Tommy Boy.
Oh, I almost forgot, he also kept saying, "What about you, Harper?" here and there. But maybe that is the social worker in him, wouldn't want the shy, fat girl to feel left out, now, would we?
