I got to the house to pick up the book, which was supposed to be inside the screen door. No sign of it. So I rang the bell. The only adult home was the nanny; she didn't know anything about it. She called Amy and left voicemail. Then she made another call. "Jeff, there's a guy here to pick up a book...." My jaw dropped. She was off the phone with him too quickly for me to catch her eye. "I'm sorry, he's a teacher and has class."
"They didn't just move here from Hawaii, did they?"
I left them a note about what a small world it is.
¹ Course VII is MIT-speak for Biology.
This pleases me greatly.
I had a really good time. The opening act were ok. (Actually, they were probably pretty good, if you like rap: I don't like rap, but enjoyed them anyway.) But Jim's Big Ego was a blast. The band's energetic, the lyrics clever, and they give a great show. I also liked the venue --- the Lizard Lounge is small and reasonably well ventilated as bars go --- I noticed cigarette smoke, but it was a minor bother, not a major annoyance. (When's Cambridge going to get around to banning smoking in clubs, anyway?)
Anyway, I had a good time and got a useful reminder that I need to get out more.
Anyway, last night was a gas. All the balls were too heavy for Kareila: the phrase "spastic chicken" comes to mind for how she'd flail the ball down the alley, imparting almost no momentum to it in the process. But about half the time the ball would lumber down the middle of the alley and eventually knock over some pins. She won the first of the two games we bowled. Alierak bowled a strike his first turn, and did pretty decently all night. He's never looked so much like he belonged in a ZZ Top video, though, as when he was in the middle of the backswing with a bowling ball. Don't ask me why.
Lara (I don't know if she has an LJ account) was there and bowled with us. She was in a mood to hit something (she'd spent the whole day at work), and I was reminded of the first time I saw her, years ago, with a baseball bat and a shit-eating grin. I hadn't seen her in a couple of years; it was fun to hang out with her. The automatic scoring system was buggy as hell, and she ended up hacking the console to straighten it out.... Somewhere along the line I realized that I have no clue how bowling is scored; maybe I should figure that out before the next time I go. Not that any of us cared about the scores.
Toward the end even I got about half-way decent, getting the ball down the middle of the alley and taking out more than half the pins about half the time my last half-dozen turns. I'm definitely going bowling again soon!