Party Time?

So I went to a party last night. It was a good party, with music, dancing, and a great view of the Charles River. Sounds great, right? You're probably guessing I had a good time, right? Except for one tiny little flaw: they wouldn't let me in. Apparently, it was a 21-and-over party, because there was alcohol. Duh, me. Read the fine print next time. So, I didn't have a chance to eat BBQ, or dance until one in the morning by the Charles River.

But the night wasn't totally wasted. After we left the party (even I couldn't muscle my way past that bouncer), we drove to a Japanese restaurant near our place called Ginger's. I had just ordered my meal when my neckache returned with a vengeance.

Okay, let me back up and explain. Just before we left the house, I began to develop a minor neckache. It wasn't anything bad at first, but then it got worse, and traveled to that little space right between my neck and right shoulder. You know the place. So, back at the restaurant, I tried to find some advil, but came up empty. Now I was beginning to get irritated. My mom said she'd find it, and asked why I couldn't just relax, which made me even more irritated. So, just FYI, let me list the reasons why I couldn't "relax":

1. I've just been turned away from a party which I've been looking forward to for two weeks.
2. I've just been cramped into a car for nearly two hours straight, with no food or water.
3. It's 9:00 PM, and I haven't eaten anything since noon. And I've been swimming all day, mind you.
4. I still haven't had a chance to drive the new car.
5. And, oh yeah, my neck feels like The Incredible Hulk is using it as a punching bag.

So you see how I might be a little irked.

Oh, and as for today? Nothing special. Rode my bike a bit. Read more Maximum Ride, grabbed a drink down at Starbucks. My computer is still on the fritz, so I'm typing this on my 'rent's computer. How they function with this keyboard is beyond me though, so forgive any typos. Spellchecker can only do so much.