Went ice-skating yesterday with a few friends - mostly to celebrate the conclusion of our hectic week. I'm now sporting two erythematous wounds on both my knees to show for the excursion. To top it off, Frank came to help me up, only to end up twisting me around - making me fall AGAIN, but this time, landing on my gluteus maximus so that my shorts were soaked.
You really know you're in a hole of a city when the only ice-rink close to the city is the size of a basketball court. Not that it detracts from the fun of seeing your friends fall down doing stupid stunts (like jumping for the basketball hoops...).
Despite all my battle wounds which were proudly on display, Jared, Yoni, and Joey insisted I have Kahlua in the evening. Just on a side-note, the especial version is HORRIBLE. Later, Jared tried to convince me - numerous times, to go clubbing with him and his friends in the city. I felt like my legs were about to fall off.
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