Well, I went swing dancing. Amy has a few pictures. Dancing seemed really rushed. Emily and I ate there since we didn’t have time to eat dinner and between that and taking some cash at the door the night was over. Heather and a group of dancers figured they’d go to Max’s over in Fells Point. It was crazy packed over there and while Emily and I were waiting to get in I think someone drugged me or something.



You’re probably like, what? But really, I’m serious. I started out lightheaded and things started spinning like crazy and then I got this awful headache. I sat down on the curb for a bit, struggled to walk back to my car, and gave Emily the keys to my car. I had 2 beers by this point in time, however I really doubt it was the beers I was feeling.



I think everyone I’ve told this story has mentioned that Emily probably drugged me but for some reason, I just don’t see myself being that lucky.



I started feeling better around 3am. Went to sleep and woke up with a horrible shearing pain in my right wrist. I don’t know what I did but it hurts like a bitch every time I try and move it a little. I’m going to have to stop dancing for a week at least to give it some rest, which just plain sucks. Today was a gorgeous day too, oh how I’d like to have gone mountain biking. I’m also going to Old Rag mountain on Saturday, which means I won’t be able to do any good climbing since my wrist is totally ripped to shreds. Boo.