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New Years Resolution?
Get sick and/or hurt less!
This is funny because at the moment I think I have strep throat, I am geting over pink eye (who gets that at our age! honestly!) and what my doctor called "Bainbridge plague" which has been all kinds of unpleasant. THEN, New Years night, I am having a lovely time, not too horribly drunk though my wallet was feeling the pain, and I miss a step completely and biff it in the middle of the bar... now, I don't care about the embarassment, this is nothing new for me after all, but then I couldn't walk, and worse still, I couldn't dance, so it's a bit of a bummer. Now I am once again crutch girl with an appointment (finally!) to see a doctor in just under 2 hours from now.
This leads me to my second train of thought. Someday I want to open a nightclub/bar. Not only will it be amazing and fabulous and wierd and slightly cheeky and full of the Trish influenced randomness and fun we all know and love, but it will have a 10 to 1 ratio of female toilets to male, with a person whose soul job is to ensure proper functioning of the aforementioned plethora of facilities and ensure that the flooding I experienced at the Ballroom in Seattle will never occur again. Secondly, my bar will have no stairs whatsoever. If elevation changes need to occur, they will be dealt with through the use of ramps. Ramps that are not steep, and that any self respecting klutzy drunk could traverse unscathed.
I will keep you posted of the diagnoses, and their effect on my forthcoming trip to Ireland on the 9th... dammit! Timing is a bitch sometimes!
That is all. Happy New Year people!
Get sick and/or hurt less!
This is funny because at the moment I think I have strep throat, I am geting over pink eye (who gets that at our age! honestly!) and what my doctor called "Bainbridge plague" which has been all kinds of unpleasant. THEN, New Years night, I am having a lovely time, not too horribly drunk though my wallet was feeling the pain, and I miss a step completely and biff it in the middle of the bar... now, I don't care about the embarassment, this is nothing new for me after all, but then I couldn't walk, and worse still, I couldn't dance, so it's a bit of a bummer. Now I am once again crutch girl with an appointment (finally!) to see a doctor in just under 2 hours from now.
This leads me to my second train of thought. Someday I want to open a nightclub/bar. Not only will it be amazing and fabulous and wierd and slightly cheeky and full of the Trish influenced randomness and fun we all know and love, but it will have a 10 to 1 ratio of female toilets to male, with a person whose soul job is to ensure proper functioning of the aforementioned plethora of facilities and ensure that the flooding I experienced at the Ballroom in Seattle will never occur again. Secondly, my bar will have no stairs whatsoever. If elevation changes need to occur, they will be dealt with through the use of ramps. Ramps that are not steep, and that any self respecting klutzy drunk could traverse unscathed.
I will keep you posted of the diagnoses, and their effect on my forthcoming trip to Ireland on the 9th... dammit! Timing is a bitch sometimes!
That is all. Happy New Year people!