Barbeques and Bruises

Lately, it feels like I am constantly PMSing. I don’t know if it’s the summer heat, or all the crap that’s been piling up in my life, but I’ve been excessively moody these past few weeks. I couldn’t help being a huge brat Friday night, and I think my crankiness carried over to Saturday because I woke up feeling crummy. But after crying my eyes out for a good half of Independence Day, I got a text from my good friend Brittany that was surprisingly helpful, considering she was unaware of my then-current mood. A phone call from another good friend Aparna a short while later made me decide to stop being such an emotional wreck. Distracting myself seemed like my only option. So out the door I went…

My little adventure started off when Aparna and I headed over to this quaint little coffee shop in Barrington to visit Jeanette at work. After having some delicious drinks and chatting for a bit, we agreed to head back home as we both had other plans. Somehow we took a wrong turn and got all the way to Crystal Lake before we realized we were lost. We ended up home an hour later than we had originally planned.

I was home for less than ten minutes before Brittany came to pick me up, and we headed over to Bryan’s place for a little Fourth of July barbeque. The three of us snacked on hotdogs and cheeseburgers while guests (specifically Joe, Steph, and Chris) came and left. Then Aparna and Nicole stopped by, and we ended up making plans for later that night. After that, I jumped from place to place – to my house, to Brittany’s, back to Bryan’s, to Nicole’s, to Aparna’s, to Brittany’s again, and then to a nightclub called Medusa in Elgin. To be honest, I was a little skeptical about going to a 17+ club, but I think we all ended up having a lot of fun. Despite getting lost a few times, the night turned out to be pretty successful.

Of course, no night of fun comes without consequences. The next day I got a lecture about staying out late in a dangerous neighborhood. I’m still sore from the night of dancing, and I also discovered three big bruises on my left knee. It looks like I was in an abusive relationship with some guy who paid special attention to knees… that, or I just bumped my leg. Here’s a picture of the war wounds:

Was it worth it? Absolutely.