Reading "Rolling Stone" Can Be Hazardous To Your Health
On the way home last night, we landed in St. Louis about 6pm. REALLY!! i couldn't friggin' believe it!! The sun was still out and it was about 72 degrees. So we roll up to the gate and i pull up my rucksack from under the seat and i go to stuff my magazine in and as i'm doing that, everyone else is trying to get their shit together too. Suddenly, WHAM!, i get bumped by my seatmate and the top end of the magazine gets smashed up into my chin. OUCH!! Oh well, these things happen and it's time to go. As i walk up the jetway, i brush my chin with the back of my hand and it feels wet. i look at my hand and see the blood. Damn! i go take a piss and while i'm washing my hands, my chin is bleeding pretty good like a shaving cut (haven't had one of them in awhile). Oh well, i'll live.
i catch a cab to the bar to meet Matt...it's not even quarter to 7! This must be some kinda record...i haven't been home this early in awhile. So i got to chill while Matt played darts. Met up with redhochipe, his hubby and a few other friends of ours. Not a bad night.