541 pm
so i just typed a bunch and i don't know what happened to it.
I'm feeling pretty good today. My wound hurts a little and is kinda tight and sometimes itchy, which is all very good because it means it is healing.
The trip to Deux Beers last night was scary. Molly from Minnesota, this blonde girl who was managing Friday night, and John were there. The girls looked kinda scared when we walked in, but were happy and normal when they saw the cards, and were very excited. Adrienne made the good point that they were probably afraid we were going to walk in and be jerks like "why would you encourage people to do that?" Which, of course, we weren't about to do. So, we left feeling totally confident to come back. Yeay. It was kinda weird to be there though. They showed me this (hard plastic) garbage can that now has a busted corner, that they think I hit. Ouch.
Let me just make a quick point that alcohol really had nothing to do with being on the bar. When we first got there a good song came on and they were like "get on the bar! yeah! everybody!" type deal. So we did. We were on the bar 3 or 4 times before the time we fell. We fell because the bar is small and probably wet, and yes, we had been drinking, but it'd be plenty easy to fall sober. It was fun, but kids, don't try it at home.
xoxo