Tight calves

Last weekend was quite festive for me. For those who talk to me often, Will's wedding is this coming Saturday and I was selected to be his best man (or the first one who answered his phone call). I've known Will for like 11 years, and I think I know him very very well. At least that's what I thought.

First off, Will is NOT a party person. He does not drink, he does not go clubbing, he does not do anything. Back in the College days, he would goto sleep, wake up, drink a can of coke, sit in front of his desk, and play video games all day. He would never go to any parties even if his life depended on it.

So it came somewhat as a surprise last Thursday when I asked him, just out of courtesey, whether or not he would want a Bachelor party before the wedding. His rely was "Aren't you supposed to be organizing this?" Uh oh! Hot dog!

I quickly gathered all his friends' phone numbers and began calling them the following day in the hopes that we could pull off a last minute Bachelor party for him last Saturday. Luckily, 50% of them could make it.

We went to broadway in SF and stopped by some bars and clubs. Will actually had a great time! (pictures will be posted later). He was very buzzed after drinking about 2 oz of Corona, and during the rest of the night all he wanted to do was to drink more.

Hmmm.. Oops. I'm halfway done with this blog and I still haven't mentioned why the title of this blog is "Tight calves." Ok here goes:

Midway through the night Will decided that he wanted to eat. We all walked from one side of broadway to the other side, where China town is located. We sat down, grabbed some food, and the majority of his friends decided to go home afterwards. Will didn't want to go home yet, and so we decided to try to take a Cab back to Dennis' apartment on King street to play some pool and just chill.

Unfortunately, it was around 1:30am, which means that's when EVERYONE in SF was leaving the clubs. It was pretty impossible to get a cab.

So what did we do? We decided to start walking back to his apartment! At 1:30am in the morning! Fortunately, a miracle happened midway through our journey, and we were able to get a cab by the time we got near Market street.

We ended up staying up til 4am, and I didn't get back home until 5am. Had to wake up early the next morning to drive my parents to Oakland to hang out with Anita's parents.

To make the long story short, I woke up Monday and my legs were SO tired. So I immediately signed up for a table massage at work. When I went in for the massage, I told the massuse that my calves are really tired from walking all weekend. I told her to focus on them and she did so.

At the end of the massage, she's like, "Oh your calves ARE really tight. Particularly your left calf." I am really confused by why my left calf would be tighter than my right. I mean, it's not like I went to play basketball or anything where I would dunk off of my left leg.

So for those of you out there - Can you please explain why my left calf was tighter than my right?

Thanks.