Whomever is responsible for that caption should be dragged into the street and shot.Speaking of "Hurt", that's how my lower torso feels at the moment.
Backstory: since I got back from the northeast, Tuesday nights have usually been the high point of the week. I'd get on my Cannondale and venture north six miles to downtown, then meet up with Jonn and whomever at the Coffee House before heading over to Duffy's for "Dad's Beer Night". The ride back home is always interesting, since the trail lacks lighting (although obviously my bike does not). Good times.
Anyway, back to tonight- I decided, against my better judgement, to get take-out from Noodles & Company. Yay fast-casual. I had gone to the one here twice before; both times it sucked. My dad claims it made him sick once. Nothing else sounded good, though, so I went there anyway and got some "Whole Wheat Tuscan Fettechini" or something.
Let's just say it made me feel, uh, not well. I had to go downtown anyway to get something from Ayesha, but I opted to drive since biking probably would've done a number on me tonight. Made it to Duffy's eventually; stuck around for one Old Style and a pathetic game of pool with Coffee House barista Brett before I started to feel gross again. The I came home and bitched about Noodles & Company on my goofy blog.
Rumor is that one of these is going in at 14th and P (where Rock 'N' Roll Runza/Flatwater Grill used to be), so everyone watch out.
Sorry to anyone that read that.
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