Okay, so there's no blood involved in this post but it was a catchy title. Yesterday was the first day I've been to the gym in almost a year. I signed up with Northland Fitness down the street from my house. It kind of reminds me of Average Joes from the movie Dodgeball. I could barely move my arms this morning. I didn't go too crazy in there since I had hockey practice afterwards.

Speaking of hockey... goalie sucks big time. I wanted to try goalie for a practice just to see what it was like. I'd say that I stopped 50-60% of the shots. Not a good percentage at all. I sweat my ass off and was tired as hell. I'll stick to playing the wing position.

Now to the beer part of the story. Pat calls me up and says that people are coming over so I buy two cases and show up to an apartment of two. Just Pat and Todd watching TV. One of their friends from IL showed up and we got through one case before we headed to the bar. Some bartender who was showing off her cleavers with great attire was trying extremely hard to get us to drink more so she would benefit from the tips. She was a fake... but very nice to stare I mean look at. I used the other case to stock the community fridge at work. That's right... my job rocks.