It hurts to fall on your ass...
So this is what happened.
Natalie lent me socks to match my shirt even though my socks never match my shirt because no one pays attention to that kind of stuff, yet Natalie insisted that I'd wear the matching socks. Fine, I thought, what could happen?
At The Fair, the first damn ride I get on is the swing "YO YO" thing. I had to take off my shoes because they would fly off and hit someone in the head if I wore them while I ride. Fine, I thought, what could happen?
As I approached my shoes after the ride, I slipped down the slippery steps in Natalie's slippery socks only to crash the side of my hip/thigh/ass twice into the HARD METAL steps. Ouch. Then Natalie starts laughing. No one else was enjoying my pain except my best friend. HA... HA. Embarrassment is nothing to me, most of the time, so it was not the embarrassment holding me from standing up. I just could not because my hip/thigh/ass was on FIRE. So then one of the ride guys and Lisa eached grabbed one of my arms and helped me up. Ouch. Then, for the next 4 hours, I had to walk around the park and go on rides with Natalie. Ha ha, some fun.
Around 1:15 am, as we were approaching my mother's vehicle, I was anxious to look at my injury so I pulled my pants down and checked out my side. DAMN! THAT'S UGLY, I thought and Natalie specified. Now, 4 days later my side is now black/purple/red and hurts like a bitch.
THANK YOU NATALIE!
:)
Natalie lent me socks to match my shirt even though my socks never match my shirt because no one pays attention to that kind of stuff, yet Natalie insisted that I'd wear the matching socks. Fine, I thought, what could happen?
At The Fair, the first damn ride I get on is the swing "YO YO" thing. I had to take off my shoes because they would fly off and hit someone in the head if I wore them while I ride. Fine, I thought, what could happen?
As I approached my shoes after the ride, I slipped down the slippery steps in Natalie's slippery socks only to crash the side of my hip/thigh/ass twice into the HARD METAL steps. Ouch. Then Natalie starts laughing. No one else was enjoying my pain except my best friend. HA... HA. Embarrassment is nothing to me, most of the time, so it was not the embarrassment holding me from standing up. I just could not because my hip/thigh/ass was on FIRE. So then one of the ride guys and Lisa eached grabbed one of my arms and helped me up. Ouch. Then, for the next 4 hours, I had to walk around the park and go on rides with Natalie. Ha ha, some fun.
Around 1:15 am, as we were approaching my mother's vehicle, I was anxious to look at my injury so I pulled my pants down and checked out my side. DAMN! THAT'S UGLY, I thought and Natalie specified. Now, 4 days later my side is now black/purple/red and hurts like a bitch.
THANK YOU NATALIE!
:)