You know you are grown up when you will go to work sick but won't go to the bar sick. It used to be the other way around. Or hell, do both.
I am in my fifth year living in the Times Square/Hell's Kitchen area. Every year I am invited to go on a kick-ass Hell's Kitchen pub-crawl. Every year I can't go for one reason or another.
At least I can say it is a relief that it is only a cold that keeps me away. No pneumonia or tummy troubles.
But still, rockstar wants to come out to play. I just got my life back from the marathon training!
Guess I’ll just have to make up for it at all the upcoming holiday celebrations. Heh heh.
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