Fuck it Dude, let’s go bowling.

I’m refusing to think or talk about the Patriots for the time being. It’s part of the first stage of tragic loss, Denial. Instead, I’m concentrating on bowling. I’m no bowler mind you, but I’ve tossed the ol’ball before. I’m actually thinking about wearing pajama bottoms just like “The Dude.” I’m not sure where we’re going but I know there’s going to be a throwdown. In one corner a 105lb luscious lane lounger, Laurie. In the other corner, the wiley and resourceful Mookie. I think the higher your score the better? I’ll need to remember how to keep score. While …

So, what happens when you run into a friend you’ve not seen in 20 years?

I guess using the term “run into” is being used a bit liberally here. I was browsing a social networking site and saw the posting from someone I’ve not seen in 20 years. We used to hang out together as teenagers in the late ’80’s and haven’t really seen each other since. I know I’ve changed tremendously in the last 20 years and I’m nothing like the kid I once was…I guess that’s true for everyone. Back then I was trying to be everyone’s friend. When you’re trying to be what you think people want you to be you can’t …