I decided to go to New City tonight. The reason I went is that I’m not running tomorrow. With the injuries sustained, I don’t want to aggravate them. I haven’t been to the bar in quite some time.
Surprise, surprise it is Jake’s birthday.
Other than that, the night was pretty standard. Girls would avoid eye contact, the ones that didn’t did not repeat the mistake. I tried dancing, but all I accomplished was looking at the backs of girls.
I did get to see people I haven’t seen in awhile, but none of them are unattached women.
I might be in a bad mood. I blame my shoulder. The torn rotator cuff is not the issue right now. Either I slept on it wrong or the massage I got with the haircut did it. But right now it is very tight and it hurts. A lot. I find rubbing it helps, which I did frequently this evening. Better is to put a hot pack on it. That seems to loosen it up, but that really isn’t an option at the bar.
I’m hot packing it right now, and then I’m going to go to bed.