Last week, during a failed attempt to play three indoor games in a row, some jackass kicked me in the shin, my leg bent a funny (not funny haha) way and it started hurting immediately. I was completely freaked out because I’ve never had trouble with my knees before. For the rest of the night I couldn’t really straighten out my leg without a large of amount of pain. Wednesday was the same thing, so I called up my kick ass orthopedic surgeon and made an appointment for Friday. By Friday, the pain wasn’t constant, but I still wanted to keep my appointment to get the reassurance that I didn’t tear anything. It turns out I strained my soleus muscle, which I was really unaware existed in the first place. But, I’m fine. No torn ligaments or tendons, no surgery, everything is great.

Strange Days
No, not the terrible movie, but rather, my Friday night. For the first time in forever, there were a lot of options available for evening activities. Thomas invited me to some shows downtown, Brent invited me to dinner, April invited me to a NL home game. What did I do? Nothing that I planned on (sorry April, next time). It all started at work. Some people were out of the office, so there was extra beer at beer-thirty. So I drank it. Then off to C Hunt’s for more beer drinking action, where I was stuck with the decision, drive somewhere far, or hang out up north. I managed to convince everyone that we should go bowling, so plans were in place. Stopped by Zen for some tasty foods and we were off to Highland for some kick ass bowling action and beer served in bowling pin-shaped bottles.

Bowling
I had a really good night at bowling. My games went 171, 173, 210 for a 554 series (my second highest since I started keeping score). This is really good considering how much I drank and the number of people that were bowling on my lane (5 total). There were a couple of interesting points. The 173 game ended with a 4-6-7-10 split for an open in the tenth frame. That one definitely could have been better. One other notable frame was one where I left the 1-2-4-10, which I picked up not by knocking the 1 to the 10, but by knocking the 4 off the back wall and tripping the 10. My new ball is intense. And inferno-like.

Late Night
After bowling when everyone lamed out, Jason and I headed to our neighborhood cocktail bar, the Canary Roost. The place was packed. I mean, crazy packed. Some terrible singers, but the last singer was definitely worthwhile. This guy did the best cover of “Toxicity” by System of a Down. Jason and I parted ways and I was still looking for something to do. Amanda called me up and we headed out to some crazy old guy’s house for some after party action. It was weird. Really weird. I think it really started taking a strange turn when some guy put his dick in a jar of crunchy peanut butter. Yeah, that was definitely when it got weird.

Oddly enough, Saturday night, I ended up hanging out with Thomas at the Canary Roost again. This time it wasn’t so packed, so after a couple drinks, I was determined to find a good song to sing. I believe I found the best kareoke song ever: “Punk Rock Girl” by the Dead Milkmen. Fantastic. It’s great for spotting the coolest people in the bar, because they’ll be singing every lyric along with you.

Oh my liver. I promise I’ll take it easier on you this week. Really.