Funny that on Friday the 13th we have super-ominous weather. The sky outside is very black and there's ever-present lightning and light rain. I guess the Los Alamos spring monsoon season has started.

Richard, Nina, and I went down to Mark's place last night to check out his old couch that he wants to get rid of. It's not the best couch, but it's free so we'll take it at least for some trail period. The house that Mark stays in is amazing. It's in Nambe, so it's kind of off by itself. Great architecture, very open, nice pool, hot tub, huge yard, etc. Would be the ultimate party house.

Anyway, we convinced Mark to go bowling with us down in Santa Fe. He's currently the head of the phone tree for his Search & Rescue team, so he had to take his own truck in case he got a call. And with a stroke of bad luck, a call came for a search up near Cowles just as we were opening the door to the bowling place. So Mark came all the way down there for nothing.

The bowling was actually really fun. Now bear in mind that I've bowled exactly three times in the last ten years, and probably not more than ten times ever. But having long arms and being able to use a relatively heavy ball means I can get the ball going really quickly and have a better chance of aiming it than most. Oddly, the only person who scored higher than me was Corinne, who just got the cast off from her ankle surgery that day.

At 10pm, they turn on the "disco bowling" and everything is blacklights and blinkers & whatnot. Makes it hard to have a serious game, but... who were we kidding anyway. After our hour was up, we went into the attached game room for air hockey, pool, pinball, and vids. Turns out I suck pretty thouroughly at air hockey. Their best pinball machine (Addams Family) was off, but their #2 (Twilight Zone) offered several games worth of fun. Then I found that Rob is an excellent match for my Galaga ability. We played a great game and both placed on the machine's high score table.

Fun was had by all 11 of us. On the way out Nina found a voicemail from Mark asking if I wanted to go on the search with him, but I would have had to go back to Los Alamos to pack my gear and he didn't have time to wait for me. So I missed out.

Now it's 12:30pm the following day and Mark still hasn't reported in to work, so I guess that means he was out searching for a long time.