Ice Bar

Go to the courthouse in the morning for a bail review hearing. Go to the jail for a consultation. Walk to the office. Very cold. Get some work done. Walk to the U.S. Bank Tower to make a deposit. Walk to Lorena’s house. Pick up some paperwork for a new case she got for me. Walk back downtown. Stop at the Wicked Hop to see the outdoor bar made entirely of ice. Slam my hands down on the top of the bar and demand a drink. No one is out there to hear me. At night go to Orange Theory. Run a mile on the treadmill in 9 minutes and 47 seconds.