Why I don't get out much
I went to Washingtons with a bunch of people to celebrate Dre's 23rd birthday. Had an ok time, was gonna be DD so I didn't drink, and being sober at a bar isn't a lot of fun. Anyway, I ended up spending about 3 hours straight on my feet. There was a time when that wasn't a problem. Walking back to the car, I started stumbling and couldn't see straight because I was in so much pain. A cop pulls up and asks me what i'm doing, some amount of restrained conversation goes on and I continute to lurch my way to the car. It takes me four tries to open the door and when I do finally get the door open and sit down I promptly pass out for a few seconds...minutes...not sure. I managed to get home ok and Maggie got home soon after so everything was ok.