Face!
My friend, Angie, leaves for Wales tomorrow. Celebrations abound. Normally, Monday's are "Girls' Night," during which we drink, order pizza, and watch Gladiators. (I don't care how stupid that show is, I freakin' love it with that stupid part of my brain. And dammit all, the stupid part of my brain deserves some stimulation as well.)
I hosted last night, even though my TV doesn't work. And by "my TV doesn't work," what I really mean is "I'm too lazy to obtain and utilize a damn co-ax cable." Someone brought one, but we still couldn't get things running, so that part of the brain that loves watching people smack each other around with oversized Q-Tips and trash talking Amazons was denied. Oh well.
We drank champagne and did our nails instead.
I had rearranged the living room to accommodate my guests, and as the party ended, I decided to get crackin' and put everything back in order. It seemed like a great idea at the time. I was motivated and still had a substantial amount of party liquor coursing through my veins.
I started to move Amanda's bookshelf full of DVDs, lost my footing, and smashed my nose right into it. Oh, the pain. Oh, the blood loss.
I'm just glad I didn't break my nose or smash in a few teeth- my dumb ass got lucky this time around. And my freckles help to camouflage the site of the impact.
Moral: Don't attempt to rearrange furniture when drunk. Just don't.
Next time, I'll stick to prank phone calls.
I hosted last night, even though my TV doesn't work. And by "my TV doesn't work," what I really mean is "I'm too lazy to obtain and utilize a damn co-ax cable." Someone brought one, but we still couldn't get things running, so that part of the brain that loves watching people smack each other around with oversized Q-Tips and trash talking Amazons was denied. Oh well.
We drank champagne and did our nails instead.
I had rearranged the living room to accommodate my guests, and as the party ended, I decided to get crackin' and put everything back in order. It seemed like a great idea at the time. I was motivated and still had a substantial amount of party liquor coursing through my veins.
I started to move Amanda's bookshelf full of DVDs, lost my footing, and smashed my nose right into it. Oh, the pain. Oh, the blood loss.
I'm just glad I didn't break my nose or smash in a few teeth- my dumb ass got lucky this time around. And my freckles help to camouflage the site of the impact.
Moral: Don't attempt to rearrange furniture when drunk. Just don't.
Next time, I'll stick to prank phone calls.