Ways I Injured Myself This Holiday Weekend (in vaguely chorological order)
Fell out of bed trying to destroy the alarm at 5am Saturday morning. My tailbone ached for much of the day.
Pulled calf muscle running for the bus.
Chewed nails to the point of drawing blood.
Sunburn at Taste of Cincinnati, including my bald spot. Stupid genes.
Dehydration at Taste of Cincinnati... refusing on Principle to drink either Pepsi products or $6 strawberry slushies.
Aspirations of being a "real" food writer ruined by Taste of Cincinnati.
Love of pulled pork sandwiches Ruined by Taste of Cincinnati.
Sense of culinary justice ruined by Taste of Cincinnati.
Ulcer aggravated at Taste of Cincinnati when I saw this magician guy who made fun of me on the Levee several years ago.
(yes, I tend to carry grudges. Sue me.)
Any remaining doubt that I lack self control destroyed when I typed "Nigella" into youtube and chocolate mayhem ensued.
Gagged on a glass of water.
Asked my friend Leslie how Amy (my ex, who now lives in the DC area) was. Bad move. Amy visited last weekend and didn't even call to say hi. Not an injury per se, but it made me sad.
Dropped can of tomatoes on my foot.
After opening said can, proceeded to burn myself with the ensuing putanesca.
Spent too much money at Joseph Beth, which, for me, is like $20.
Drank a Sitwell’s chocolate cappuccino shake WAY too fast, causing gastrointestinal discomfort.
Spent too much money at IGA, which, again, for me is like $20.
Stayed up way too late on Monday night.
Pulled calf muscle running for the bus.
Chewed nails to the point of drawing blood.
Sunburn at Taste of Cincinnati, including my bald spot. Stupid genes.
Dehydration at Taste of Cincinnati... refusing on Principle to drink either Pepsi products or $6 strawberry slushies.
Aspirations of being a "real" food writer ruined by Taste of Cincinnati.
Love of pulled pork sandwiches Ruined by Taste of Cincinnati.
Sense of culinary justice ruined by Taste of Cincinnati.
Ulcer aggravated at Taste of Cincinnati when I saw this magician guy who made fun of me on the Levee several years ago.
(yes, I tend to carry grudges. Sue me.)
Any remaining doubt that I lack self control destroyed when I typed "Nigella" into youtube and chocolate mayhem ensued.
Gagged on a glass of water.
Asked my friend Leslie how Amy (my ex, who now lives in the DC area) was. Bad move. Amy visited last weekend and didn't even call to say hi. Not an injury per se, but it made me sad.
Dropped can of tomatoes on my foot.
After opening said can, proceeded to burn myself with the ensuing putanesca.
Spent too much money at Joseph Beth, which, for me, is like $20.
Drank a Sitwell’s chocolate cappuccino shake WAY too fast, causing gastrointestinal discomfort.
Spent too much money at IGA, which, again, for me is like $20.
Stayed up way too late on Monday night.