Chicago pt. 3

Some of the greatest compliments I have ever received... When I wrote a paper outlining a utilitarian argument for vegetarianism for my 12th grade Political Science class, my teacher gave it a B but said that it "made him think." A couple months later, the ladies in the office where I temped were so impressed that I was able to enter data, make copies, and alphabetize, that they said I should be called "Jack" because I was a Jack of all trades. And more than a decade-and-a-half later when I was between jobs, Eric told an HR person that her company would be lucky if I took a job there. That was all nice to hear.

Yesterday, Tim told me that if I ever moved to Chicago, he and Sue Anne would take me in their bowling team because I "have potential." I never thought I would ever move from L.A., but now I'm seriously considering it. Tonight, we went bowling. It was my first time in almost two years, and I scored in the mid-130s.


Eric and Tim admire Sue Anne's smooth approach.


Sue Anne gets another strike. She got four in a row to crush Tim and secure first place.


Sue Anne tallies the league scores to see who else walks home with cash.

Maybe we dudes would have done better if we didn't partake of another indigenous Chicago ritual beforehand. We went to a steakhouse. I just had a portabello mushroom sandwich, but that just meant I could eat more dessert.


Eric contemplates the cow he just ate while Tim explains something or other.