Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Bowling, anyone?
What better way to spend a horrifically humid evening in SLC than go to a hot, sticky bowling alley?How the hell did we go from 106.3 to humid and 90ish in 3 days?
You can smell the dry desert on the air, however.
It is why I live here. You can feel your sweat and your sweetness evaporate as our friend the sun beats down on your unfortunate head.
You can understand what bone dry means. and you can understand what blood wet means.
You can feel compassion for thirsty plants.
You can feel compassion for cacti inadvertently flown to the tropics.
I live in a beautiful, confused place.
Labels: bowling, recreation
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I went bowling a week ago. I thought I was hot. But I ended up breaking 100 but only barely, just slightly higher than my nine year old. I'm bowling challenged. I'd rather go to the movies.
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5:39 PM
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