The kids were playing nicely, so I looked at random blogs.  Randomness is amusing, but it rarely produces anything worthwhile.  One blog rambled on about a dude's venus flytrap plant.  Lordy.  A teacher from Aruba lived 8 years in the Netherlands.  Hopefully she doesn't teach English, because her blog was pure butchery.  Another lady had some interesting points, but she turned out to be a he.  A Brit living in Japan ripped on his adopted country.  Bam!  Twenty minutes wasted.

A few times I've read random library books.  No jacket preview, nothing.  One random pick was Damen Runyon's Guys and Dolls.  It got me excited.  I thought I'd discovered something nobody else knew about.  Pop-culturally speaking, I had my head buried in the sand for the first 18 years of my life.  Growing up without a TV can mess you up.  About a week after I read the book, I saw that the play "Guys and Dolls" was coming to Chicago.  Evidently, someone else had discovered that fifty year old book.

I wanted to see the play.  I had a plan.  A girl I knew was in law school.  She was interning over the summer.  Knowing she would be at a particular social gathering, I attended, hoping to make her my play date.  Just as I was about to ask her, she blurts out, "Know what I hate about my job?  All the stupid crap they make us go to.  Monday I had to go to a Cubs game.  Boring.  Tuesday they made me go to a boat party.  Wednesday was a big corporate dinner.  And tomorrow, (Saturday) do you know what they're making me go to?"  "What?", I said, wishing my life was that awful.  "They're making me go to this lame play called Guy's and Dolls.  Who would ever want to see that?"

Game over.  That was the end of that random path.