Why staying up until 5:00 a.m. is not a good idea

Marta asked if I wanted to help chaperone her middle school choral lock in at the fun zone place last night. It was from midnight to 5:00 a.m. Since there was free go-karting in it for me, I said sure. First off, I'm not one to start an activity around midnight, so the obvious solution was to inject caffeine directly into my veins. I am, however, not going to do that, so instead I drank two huge cups of it... same difference. Don't worry, one was a milky way, which could best be described as a yummy milkshake with almost no taste of coffee at all, and the other was a mocha, so I didn't actually have to put up with the fowl taste of coffee. And if you are one that likes that flavor, I say you must not have milk shakes often enough, because they are much better!

Anyway, I was under the impression that this place was like ten minutes away... I was wrong. It was over 30 minutes away, plus my GPS got me lost. Now I know that you're thinking... that's not possible... oh yes it is! I ended up about two miles from the place, in a construction site, with no go=karts... though admittedly the crane looked fun. I asked at a gas station, the man thought I was asking where the gentlemen's club was... he thought I was a STRIPPER. I had on an MSU sweatshirt... geez. Also, how exacly does "the putt-putt place" bring to mind a gentlemen's club? I don't go to them, so I'm really asking. In fairness his english was not fantastic... obviously.

So I finally found the place, thanks to Marta, two chaperones, and the bus driver. We go-karted, putt-putted and played dance dance revolution for 4 hours. I sucked at that, so I just kept pushing Marta off... very funny. All in all, well worth the fun night, and the really funny story.

my right boob

Good title right? I seem to have pulled a muscle in my right boob. I guess I either did this running with the dog, or at the gym. Either way, I'm beginning to appreciate the male brain, as I have now honestly spent most of my day thinking about my boob. Now, in fairness, I'm only doing this because everytime I breath / move a stabbing pain hits it, but still... it's a sliver of what it must be like to be a man... well a man that likes boobies...

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Are you kidding. Do your honestly think I'd put of a picture of that?