here comes the fatty
Over Labor Day weekend, Joe and I decided it was time to throw a housewarming party to celebrate our new apartment together. We planned it for September 17, and decided we'd have it out by the barbeque pits, where there was easy access to beach volleyball, tennis courts, and the clubhouse. The idea was to recreate my graduation party, just in a different location.
And then what happens?
On Monday afternoon, while playing tennis, I fall and fracture my left ankle. Needless to say, this puts a BIG damper on the festivities for me, since most of them involved being physically active. We're still going to have the barbeque, of course, but now I get to sit there like a lump while everyone else gets to enjoy the outdoors and the complex's various sporting amenities.
AND I get to wear a bulky, heavy, moon-boot for the next six weeks. I look like a cross between an astronaut gearing up for a space shuttle run, and Anakin Skywalker on his way to becoming Darth Vader.
I've been a lump on our living room couch for the last three days, and depression is setting in.
And then what happens?
On Monday afternoon, while playing tennis, I fall and fracture my left ankle. Needless to say, this puts a BIG damper on the festivities for me, since most of them involved being physically active. We're still going to have the barbeque, of course, but now I get to sit there like a lump while everyone else gets to enjoy the outdoors and the complex's various sporting amenities.
AND I get to wear a bulky, heavy, moon-boot for the next six weeks. I look like a cross between an astronaut gearing up for a space shuttle run, and Anakin Skywalker on his way to becoming Darth Vader.
I've been a lump on our living room couch for the last three days, and depression is setting in.