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Today I was supposed to have an awesome post for you. Today I was supposed to have a fun story to tell. Today I was supposed to have amazing pictures to share.

Today was supposed to be Turkey Bowl.

Yes, turkey bowl.

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It’s just as wonderful as it sounds.

Bowling. With a frozen turkey. On the outdoor ice rink at Fountain Square. To help feed the homeless.

I love bowling. I love ice rinks. I love turkeys. I love a good cause.

Could this sport be any more awesome?

Believe me when I say that I was stoked for this.

The price to play was two canned food items to benefit an organization that houses Cincinnati’s homeless. I was so incredibly ready to fling that frozen turkey across the ice and strike out that I went to Kroger and purchased four of the best cans of food I could find. I was so incredibly ready that Ted and I devised an entire scheme complete with detailed schedule to meet up during our lunch hours and get our turkey bowl on together. I was so incredibly ready that I wasn’t even phased by the chronic rain that’s been plaguing us for the past three days or the half mile walk we took from my work to Fountain Square in the rain.

I was so incredibly ready to donate my two canned goods and fling that frozen turkey across the ice and strike out…

…until we got there and saw an utterly empty ice rink.

WHAT KIND OF A WEENIE POSTPONES TURKEY BOWL BECAUSE OF A LITTLE RAIN!?!?

I was/am devastated.

It has been rescheduled for tomorrow (supposedly…pending RAIN), a day that I do not work at a theatre that is conveniently located 0.5 miles from said Event of Epic Awesomeness and that I do not have a lunch break that allows me to participate in said Event of Epic Awesomeness.

Again, devastated.

I cannot fathom why I have to miss out on such a fabulous opportunity.

Although I’ve asked four times, Ted refuses to let me set up my own turkey bowl in the apartment (why not is simply beyond my level of comprehension – something about not having 60 ft. or a sheet of ice….minor details that I was working on solving before he thwarted my crafty plans to ice over the kitchen floor), so I may have to force him to go without me tomorrow and take a crap ton of pictures so I can be slightly less bitter about my misfortune of not getting to participate in turkey bowl.

Alas, Turkey Bowl and I just were not meant to be this year. (Because whoever runs turkey bowl is a pansy)

But if I find a frozen pond before April, all bets are off and turkey bowl is mine.

Next year, Cincinnati.

Next year, turkey.

My canned goods and I will be waiting.