Welcome Home, Loser
I got home Friday night without much hullabaloo. If you want more info on the trip, see Slim's post on the subject. I got home about 11, chatted with my fam, and my bro Mark, recently home from his first semester at Crown College. Then I got down to the business most essential to a college student home on break—sleep.When my mom woke me up after noon for breakfast, I enjoyed home cooking again and got busy being lazy for a while. Mark eventually got off work and we went out with some friends for some fellowship at Perkins followed by a rousing couple of games of bowling. I started the night off with a strike. Somewhere in the back of my mind I heard a voice gently suggesting I feign sickness in order to end the game while I was winning. I don't take suggestions very well.
Two games later, I was still in second place for the night. I finished only 159 pins behind Mark. At least I beat the girls who couldn't walk straight or throw the ball more than five miles an hour. I was home. Back to where I am loved even when I lose. Sure, that's true at school too, but it fits better as a definition for home than for a definition of school. Christmas break is beginning again.
At 6:53 PM,
sorry about taking the post idea; lets say I owed you one?? I dunno. I'm sure I missed something, you could just as easily added to.
And when you say your brother Mark, am I missing something? Are you talking about your unofficial brother-in-law? That's the only thing I can figure.
At 7:17 PM,
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At 7:20 PM,
I'm glad you all got home safely. It sounds like your break is off to a good start. Have a very merry Christmas!
At 11:06 AM,
yeah bowling! and let's hear it for sleeping and such
At 10:24 PM,
are you still bowling?
At 10:10 AM,
Slim, let me clarify. When I say bro, i mean it the way black people mean it. I think it's more meaningful that way.