Sports Injuries Are So Butch

[Back at work after a rich four days and five nights visiting James in Seattle. Do we go for the chronology of events, or the random list of impressions received and lessons learned?]

[Seattle 2005: A Non-chronological List Of Impressions And Lessons, With The Events From Which They Arose:]

[1. You can injure yourself bowling. This trip was a reaction waiting for a catalyst. James and I have been almost exclusively email friends, frequent ones, for the two and a half years since we met in person at Aaron and Keith's housewarming party. He was in Europe when I visited Seattle last September, so we were still looking for an opportunity to meet up. E-friendship is fine and all, but with some people, the urge to be there in person is strong. He's one of those folks with whom I've always want to sit for hours over endless cups of tea or glasses of wine and solve all the world's problems, and neither telephone nor email really does it for me. My financial situation has made even the best airfare deal unswingable, however, so we waited.]

[James secured employment with a new company this year, and this company decided to have its holiday party on the first Monday of December. (Monday? Yeah, that's what everyone asked.) Dateless for this event, James cast his net. I raised my hand and went “me! me! me!” and we figured out the money part. And that’s how I happened to be at the Garage on Seattle's Broadway last Monday night, pretending as we all were that I could make a bowling ball go down the lane and hit with any accuracy those white pillar-like things...what're they called? Oh, yeah...pins. I experimented with various spasmodic contortions in aid of this pretense, one of which pinched a forelock or strained a wither or whatever. The pain in my gluteus maximus dexter seems mostly to have receded, but climbing the steps to James’s apartment after the party was difficult, and it couldn’t have been attributable solely to the free and abundant vodka cranberries. Could it?]

[The best bowler of our foursome? That James person, who seems to have many hidden talents.]

[Next: 2. I don’t understand plain English.]

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