Bowling and blizzards

Tonight after work, we gathered together for a nice night of bowling. I am not particularly good at bowling, but I am usually good enough to average around 110-120. This is an abysmal score, but when you play against mostly people who are happy with a 90, it's at least somewhat satisfying. Anyway, it's weird to hang out with folks you wouldn't normally hang out with and to have it be completely organized by the people themselves who don't normally hang out together. It's sort of like a gathering of the nerds. Things get tense around the office, because most of us hate each other. So to get together outside of work voluntarily shows a kind of strange internal desire to get along and make the best of a bad situation that I haven't seen since I was in the army. In grad school, when we hated each other, we sure as hell didn't go bowling together. Same thing applies for every restaurant I ever worked in. But when I was in the army, we always found ways to get along and to get through the most asinine situations. And it always felt like this. A bunch of nerds hanging around together. It's almost like you'd be embarrassed if anyone from outside the circle walked in and saw you with these people. Yet there's something positive in it, if, just for a day or two, you can get along with your coworkers better.

Also, we are set for a snowpocalypse beginning tomorrow night. The amazing thing about all of this weather is that the professional journalist who wrote this article actually got away with this:

Of course, winter weather forecasts for Chicagoans can be emotional roller coasters, a tense ride up to a promised "worst storm ever" often anticlimaxing with a gentle dip down to a meteorological disappointment. In this case, the dip appears anything but gentle.

On what fuckin planet is "anticlimax" a verb? As though you could say something like "Yeah, I was boning this drunk girl and right before I was gonna get off, she got sick and puked all over me, so I anticlimaxed." Come on, journalists. You're supposed to do better than that. Save the weird verbifications for the poets. Also, do not use the word "verbification."

Anyway, we could get a couple feet of snow, and we're stocked up on frozen foods and other groceries, so I should be able to get some good writing done if I skip out on work after the buckets of snow fall on us all. I'll update as the snowmageddon ensues.