So the fall-under-the-car episode hasn’t treated my body so hot. Strained a couple muscles in my back. I got out of bed and could barely straighten my back out. Trying to put my shoes on? Hah! Joke. Where’s my Icey-Hot?
Last night was dive bar night. Love when you can find local hang-outs less than 10 people, cheap beers, and the bartender (Thanks, “Eh”) is more than willing to do a shot with you (AND pay for it). Okay, two shots. Even better when polished off with Wendy’s at midnight. Wait, was I trashed BEFORE midnight? Thank God for no work on Monday morning.
Talked to my good friend Dee in Chi-town this weekend. She was telling me about an awesome Val Day Party she and some friends were having in the bigger city west of us. Singles party, but you have to bring along one member of the opposite sex that is also single. She’s up to around 90 people for the big day. I’ve never been a huge fan of Valentine’s/Sweetest Day celebrations. It’s as though everything is expected, and with no meaning or feeling beyond that. Why not on a random night when it means much more than being “seen.” I remember in October seeing couples renting limos to head out on the town. Are you kidding me? That holiday is not even printed on calendars in 47 states! I’ll be happy settling in for a nice evening with some Gentleman’s Jack… okay, maybe a back rub. Geesh, my back is killing me.
So, heard any good rumors lately?
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