Wednesday night was the first official BowlingSauce, a fun-filled night of bowling with the fellow saucers, compliments of Hup & Bryan. Despite a couple of my homies having last minute problems pull them away, the night went off without a hitch. I shared a lane with Adam & Gary, and we rocked it. I had bowled a personal career high of 157, which I thought for sure was going to land me top of the night, but that crazy Ben Long had to go & tie me. And then he topped me by 2 pins on game 3. shucks.

Our bowling neighbors were Mike, Andrew, and Justin. I almost felt as if we were house divided, since we in lane one did not socialize with lanes 3 & 4. No reason—I think everyone was just happy where they were. My new goal is to start bowling by myself. In fact, I’m working up the courage to submit myself as a person that needs placed on a random league. Hey, people should appreciate my handicap and tendency to randomly have awesome scores :) We’ll see. My focus right now is on my stand-up bit. Yes, I’ve decided the best way to entertain myself is to just entertain random strangers. My plan is to not inform anyone when I’m performing, so that there will be no pity laughs in the audience, and so, if I crash & burn, I do it on my own.

I keep telling myself I’m going to become more self-sufficient, but I keep encountering some people that I enjoy too much that distract me from that. However, I have officially decided that I am meant to be a Thoreau. I’m going to save up for my shack in the woods, grow potatoes and keep a cow in the barn. I’ll go the nearest grocery as needed but remain a complete recluse to the world. It’s likely I’ll become clinically insane, but out of it will come some beautiful creative work—in what form, I do not know.

Anyway, that’s the most promising plan I have going for myself right now. I just want an escape from the drama brought on by the mere presence of people.

I may head to Lafayette tomorrow night. My Miller boys are in town for a show, and I’m still holding out for hanging out with them somehow. This show may be my last chance before they’re completely famous. NBC will be there filming the show as is. I’ll take my camera and my new concert-friendly lens and maybe something wonderful will come from it or maybe I’ll drive home depressed but listen to really cheesy 80s ballads with the windows down as I zoom down the interstate which will have me all revitalized by the time I arrive home to my two little munchkins, the only two women that bring no drama to the world.