ThI managed to get an early flight out of the hell hole that is Kansas City, MO. Of course most hell holes aren’t covered in snow, so maybe I’m being a bit harsh. about the hell hole thing. Still it was a rotten way to spend the week. Of course the office dork was on the flight with us so we had to go back to the office because he wanted to work.

I’m as motivated as the next guy. In fact I care more about the product that comes off of my desk than most people do. But I also have a healthy desire to get the hell away from the office when it’s time to do so. Which means after a week away from home I’m not going to the office on Friday afternoon. Except when the office dork decides to and forces me to put in the token appearance.

Which is all that I did. Saw the boss, returned one call, sent one Outlook invite, skimmed over my e-mail and then hit the road. See I had something better to do in my life than work. I had to go bowling. With THE BOY and his best friend (son of THE MARINE) of course.

Bowling these days is not nearly the dork-ville activity that it was twenty or so years ago. These days the lanes are clean, the shoes are new, and the snack food is pretty good too. Most lanes today have rails that can be pulled up to keep the kids (and parents) from throwing gutter balls. Some even provide ramps for the kids that can’t get a six pound ball all the way down the lane. The electronic scoring has taken some of the nostalgia out of the game, but the animation clips between frames on the overhead is pretty damn cool. It was fun to watch the boys try to get back from the lane in time to see the clips. Six year old boys are always full of excitement and tend to not be afraid of doing stupid things in search of fun.

They really got a kick out of trying lean back and forth to get the ball to roll straight. It worked the first two times so they decided that if they helped each other lean the ball would do better. Not a bad idea and fun for me to watch. THE BOY and his buddy had a combined score of 149 which was way better than mine, so they got the thrill of victory. While I was left to pay the bill and suffer the agony of defeat.

Yeah, give me a choice between bowling and working and my desk will be empty every time.  I feel sorry for the dork that thinks work will ever replace having a life.