Out the door into the blowing cold we run, suddenly realizing that hot cocoa sounds much better than ice cream. We pile into our cars and head to Dairy Queen nonetheless, probably scaring the two high school girls working behind the counter as we tromp in. We've killed about half an hour in our quest for frozen delight, but it is still early. We linger in the parking lot outside, trying to make a decision about what to do next. We all jump into vehicles, trying to talk through cracked windows as the wind whips around us.
Someone volunteers their apartment downtown as the place to go and hang out.
We invade her small single apartment with drippy boots and winter weather gear galore. One guy speaks up. All at once, everyone is in the crowded hallway again, re-donning their winter apparel. The Copper Bowl lanes in Ripley have league bowling until midnight. No one wants to drive all the way to Laurium to bowl.