So, Elena decided to come down to Moscow with me to see her friend Tanya.  And everything was great until we went out on Saturday night to a nice little club.  I was dancing, when all of a sudden my knee tore something, and the lower half of my leg went sideways.  Yeah, as in the way a knee doesn't bend.  Lame.  I'm embarrassed it even happened, but it put me out for my only 4 days in Moscow.  During the day, before the knee accident, Tanya, Elena and I were able to see some essentials, like Red Square, and Olympic Park, but after that night, if I wasn't in bed, we were playing it safe by just having picnics and such.

I wish I could say I injured myself doing something worth while is all...  After 4 days in Moscow in pain, followed by 7 days on the train not moving much, and a few days in Beijing resting in bed, I went to a doctor.  He said my patella has been fractured, but there's nothing to do about it.  So that's the story.  No, it wasn't just a lame excuse not to dance all night... but I sure wish I could tell the story with pride instead of shame...