ouch.
Last night after rehearsal I went over to C's to enjoy some leftover pizza and beer.
He rode his bike, and I had my car.
The arrival ended up being timed such that I was parking as he was driving past, so we traveled the final block side by side, he riding down the street, and me trotting to keep up on the sidewalk, engaging in chatter. It was cute and moviesque... and then I tripped on a flagstone.
My bags scattered, and I knee/hip/shoulder rolled into the dirt, squarely scraping both wrists.
owiewieowieowie.
C gave my boo boos lots of kisses and didn't once laugh at my klutz-tastic-ness.
I managed to make it all the way through the icey winter without once slipping and falling, just to biff it in the spring.
*sigh*
He rode his bike, and I had my car.
The arrival ended up being timed such that I was parking as he was driving past, so we traveled the final block side by side, he riding down the street, and me trotting to keep up on the sidewalk, engaging in chatter. It was cute and moviesque... and then I tripped on a flagstone.
My bags scattered, and I knee/hip/shoulder rolled into the dirt, squarely scraping both wrists.
owiewieowieowie.
C gave my boo boos lots of kisses and didn't once laugh at my klutz-tastic-ness.
I managed to make it all the way through the icey winter without once slipping and falling, just to biff it in the spring.
*sigh*