So picture this: I was ready. READY, my friends. Bowling shoes? Mentally laced. Vibes? Immaculate. Blog? Half-written in my head, with jokes sharper than the kitchen knife. I thought, „Let’s write about the hilarious bowling night we’re totally gonna have!“
Plot twist: we didn’t.
Two of our comrades-in-chaos decided—last freaking minute—that they’d rather ghost the plan than roll some balls. No explanation. No „sorry, I got kidnapped by aliens“ or „my grandma started breakdancing again, I had to help.“ Just poof. Gone.
And while we stood there, blinking into the void of broken hopes and missing pins… the sky decided it was the perfect moment to cry with us. Enter: downpour deluxe.
BUT—every disaster has its MVP. Enter Thaddäus (yes, like the depressed squid guy from Spongebob), who saw the rain not as an obstacle, but a catwalk. He glided. No, slid through puddles with the grace of a damp gazelle just to go outside and smoke. I swear, someone cue the dramatic music because I’ve never seen nicotine dependency look so elegant.
Aside from that Oscar-worthy performance, not much else happened.
Oh—except the fun twist that some folks still don’t have a job here and are now told to go find one themselves. Even though, you know… the agency was supposed to handle that part. Classic plot development. Let’s see how that side quest unfolds.
And that’s it, folks. The most exciting thing this week was not throwing a bowling ball and watching a squidward reenact a Disney-on-Ice number. Maybe next week, something wild will happen. Like… actually doing something.
Stay tuned. Or don’t. I’m not your mom.
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