I was in Memphis last weekend for a dual bachelorette party. It was awesome as usual. However, I got a pretty nasty bruise on my left ankle one night because I was dancing at this club and some guy stepped on it. It hurt like a bitch pretty much right away, but I just sucked it up and kept on. I mean, what was I going to do, sue a guy because we're both drunk and stuff happens?
The next day it looked wretched and it just got worse. It still looks pretty bad, 9 days later.
Anyway, it made me think that on all of the really awesome weekends I've had in Memphis, I've always sustained injuries. In 2002 the CD Warehouse gang went down there for the Beale St. Music Fest in Memphis in May. It was super muddy because of a torrential downpour that Friday night. Saturday night my friend, Eric, and I were goofing around and I ended up ass first in the mud with 2 halves of beer spilled down the front of me. It was hilarious.
Anyway, the next morning I woke up with bruises all over my arms and legs and thighs, as if I'd been in a boxing or UFC match. Pretty weird, I guess there was a lot I didn't remember.
Another funny thing that happened last weekend was that I saw the guy who sits behind me at work in an elevator in a club on Beale St. Saturday night. I didn't believe it at first and he didn't even see me, but when I came in Monday morning I found out it really was him. I find it odd that he sits 5 feet away and neither of us knew the other was going to be there.
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