I also feel like I've been hit with a truck, a massive headache combined with shoulder and thigh pain. Must be a combination of the five minutes of the yoga video I did yesterday (until Bacci threatened to eat my face if I put it in her range of attack one more time), plus just how many times I went up and down the stairs at the Roseland.
The final two times I did it... for those of you having never frequented this venue, we played upstairs. There are two places to play, and enough stairs to give the downstairs lots of breathing room, if you catch my drift. I have sucky knees, now that I'm OLD (it's like I turned 30 and the first thing to go was the cushioning under my kneecaps), so each jaunt was... not pleasant. Add that to the fact that I'm about as far from being in shape as you can be and not constitute rolling over in bed as a severe workout, and... yeah. So I'm out back with Ben and Avery, and Ben asks if I can go find James. I go back up the stairs in the back, around the corner and up more stairs... through the venue. No James, nor anyone I came with. So I go down all the front stairs and find The Gang. No James aki. I tell them Ben needs help loading, they say they have to go the long way, can I race back there and tell Ben that they're coming? Suuuure. So up the stairs, across the venue, and down the stairs I go.... and get there to tell Ben they're coming.... right as he's letting them in the back gate. Schweet.
Anyhoo. I had wanted to leave for work early so that I could eat lunch before I start, so I'd best get moving. (Unfortunately, it seems my bowels have the same opinion.)
SMOOTCHES!
