Sorry, It's Been Awhile

So you know how it is when after a long night of partying, and then you wake up the next day and you're trying to recollect what happened the night before. And while you're doing this you notice that you're sore and achy in some places, possible some scrapes and bruises - none of which you can recall getting.

Yea well, none of the above has happened to me in a while now. I'm grown you know? Trying to be more responsible... ah yea, that's bullshit. Because on Saturday morning while I'm in the shower I notice the bruise in the picture, and it freakin hurts. And as much as I think and think, apparantly I just can't think hard enough to remember how I got it. (Please note I took this picture tonight, 3 days after I even noticed it - and it's still going strong. Yea, OUCH.)

So it's Tuesday and this bruise still has me confused. I wake up early, go to the gym where I have an appointment with my Personal Trainer, Chris. I'm, and I swear I'm not trying to use a cliche, doing some bicep curls and Chris notices my bruise.
'That's pretty bad looking - what did you do to get that?'
And I tell him how I don't have a clue, and how it's really been bothering me.
And he's looking at it some more while I'm silently counting my bicep curls (...11, 12, 13...)
'It looks like you got a jab... or a hickey.'
And that's when it hits me, so suddenly, that I stop doing my curls, 'Holy shit, that's exactly what it is!'
And Chris gives me this confused look.

And so I explain how I went out to Hiro on Thursday night. My friend David told me about this DJ set that was going to be performing (it was awesome by the way: MSTRKRFT). So me, David, and the rest of our friends are having a great time. It was one of those atmospheres where dancing led to making lots of new friends, and so I made a friend named Raul. ;) And, as I thought back, I recalled how there were several times that my new friend, after he paused from pursuing my mouth, he just dove into my arm.

And that's how I got a funky bruise, which turned out to be a hickey... on my ARM.