Oh, Google Chrome

So I am actually not as bad about posting as one might think. In fact, I almost finished a life-of-Leslie update last week when, in my haste, I accidentally x-ed out of the blog tab on Google Chrome. Needless to say I was frustrated to have carefully thought about and then articulated my goings ons, so I boycotted the blog for yet another week. Mature.

Anyhooo my life has consisted of working at the clinic, seeing my little brother graduate high school, getting mild food poisoning after a friend's comedy show, more graduation parties, and procrastinating the packing for my inevitable move July 2nd. Work is the usual... a patient telling me that I don't know how to do a proper lunge (um. excuse me, WHO is working in a PT clinic and WHO injured their knee? yea that's right, so shut the fuck up scrub. just because you're too uncoordinated to pull off a simple lunge doesn't mean i don't know the correct form), another man complaining about his "lack of care" (perhaps if you didn't come more than 30 min late for your appointment slot the therapist would have had time to do your manual work), and of course trying to hammer out the details of my fulltime employment upon returning from Europe. By the way, I LOVE what I do. Just sometimes I deal with assholes. Big ones. With injury induced angst.

Although there are a lot of major adult-morphing changes in my life, I was glad to see at Jenna's graduation party that things really haven't changed that much. It's good to know that at this point in our lives we can drain a plastic bag full of vodka on a train platform, pre-game while on the subway (why did we have to hide the bottles if it was actually ok Jenna?), sneak into a private party by dropping the all powerful name of "Mikey Horn", and finally- but my all time favorite- we can still pee behind gas stations... or any other random place for that matter. We're growing up, but our youth isn't dead my friends. Stay young at heart, and you will forever be creative in your drinking exploits and urination locations. Until next time, Les.