That was the day that was
1:30 am - After a final burst of rudeness, I head for bed. In the center of my unmade bed is a deep amber puddle of what I can only assume to be urine, and as I have a higher opinion of our party guests than that, cat urine. It haas soaked entirely through my sheet and feather bed. I strip the bed. Fortunately, the 1.5" thick futon underneath has not been touched by the golden emanations of felidae, so I bundle up the sheets and feather bed, put a new sheet on, eat half a Klonopin, read a few pages of Voltaire, and fall asleep choking on bitter irony.
11:30 am - the Batphone rings. I answer. It's the Stone, reminding me of cat-sitting this weekend. Oh yeah, that's right, I did agree to that last night, didn't I? I reassure them, then lie in bed for a bit longer until the perfume of pee reminds me of my day's tasks. I get up and go downstairs, put the devastation of the post-party kitchen into perspective, put on a coat, and go to the store. Outside is a winter wonderland - a good eight inches of snow, snow still falling, a thick, pristine white blanket over the neighborhood. Snowmen, mostly sporting beer-bottle caps for eyes, line the sidewalks. It's cute. I buy large black garbage bags, Silk, bagels, and yes - cat food. I return home determined, and have a cup of coffee.
3:30 pm - laundry done, kitchen cleansed, chaosflowers and I sit down to a delicious mimosa brunch. We discuss the previous evening, and make plans to take a walk round the neighborhood. We suit up and head out. It's gorgeous and snowy and lots of other folks are walking around Irvington, having a great time.
5:00 pm - I remember that I have a video to return, and have the powerful urge to watch FIRESTARTER again, so we head back for home to grab the videos. I'm a bit tired by the walk, but determined to get my prepubescent Barrymore/paranoid/telekinesis jollies, so after a brief respite at home, we head back out. I am in the middle of lighting a cigarette when my left ankle gives way with a sickening crunch and a swift kick of pain. I scream and hop around for a second, delirious, before my first-aid instincts kick in. I sit down, take off my sock and shoe, and plunge the ankle directly into the snow. I did not cry, but I did light that cigarette.
7:00 pm - Chaos and I watch FIRESTARTER (I forgot what an all-star cast it has!) and then she's brought home this other fine piece of cinema, A LIGHT IN THE FOREST, which turns out to be part high-school outsider drama and part wild paganistic magical conspiracy/witchcraft dealieo, starring Lindsay Wagner (a.k.a. The Bionic Woman) and a bunch of "teenagers". It's dreadful. I gobble down Canadian Tylenol with my dinner, then follow it with some ice cream, cookies, and pecan-cranberry tart. It's actually better than you'd imagine.
So my ankle isn't broken - at worst it's a bad sprain - but it hurts like all kinds of hell, despite my persistent Rest-Ice-Compression-Elevation routine. But y'know, I got my wish to not go to work tomorrow.
Looks like it's gonna be a pretty decent year, all told.
11:30 am - the Batphone rings. I answer. It's the Stone, reminding me of cat-sitting this weekend. Oh yeah, that's right, I did agree to that last night, didn't I? I reassure them, then lie in bed for a bit longer until the perfume of pee reminds me of my day's tasks. I get up and go downstairs, put the devastation of the post-party kitchen into perspective, put on a coat, and go to the store. Outside is a winter wonderland - a good eight inches of snow, snow still falling, a thick, pristine white blanket over the neighborhood. Snowmen, mostly sporting beer-bottle caps for eyes, line the sidewalks. It's cute. I buy large black garbage bags, Silk, bagels, and yes - cat food. I return home determined, and have a cup of coffee.
3:30 pm - laundry done, kitchen cleansed, chaosflowers and I sit down to a delicious mimosa brunch. We discuss the previous evening, and make plans to take a walk round the neighborhood. We suit up and head out. It's gorgeous and snowy and lots of other folks are walking around Irvington, having a great time.
5:00 pm - I remember that I have a video to return, and have the powerful urge to watch FIRESTARTER again, so we head back for home to grab the videos. I'm a bit tired by the walk, but determined to get my prepubescent Barrymore/paranoid/telekinesis jollies, so after a brief respite at home, we head back out. I am in the middle of lighting a cigarette when my left ankle gives way with a sickening crunch and a swift kick of pain. I scream and hop around for a second, delirious, before my first-aid instincts kick in. I sit down, take off my sock and shoe, and plunge the ankle directly into the snow. I did not cry, but I did light that cigarette.
7:00 pm - Chaos and I watch FIRESTARTER (I forgot what an all-star cast it has!) and then she's brought home this other fine piece of cinema, A LIGHT IN THE FOREST, which turns out to be part high-school outsider drama and part wild paganistic magical conspiracy/witchcraft dealieo, starring Lindsay Wagner (a.k.a. The Bionic Woman) and a bunch of "teenagers". It's dreadful. I gobble down Canadian Tylenol with my dinner, then follow it with some ice cream, cookies, and pecan-cranberry tart. It's actually better than you'd imagine.
So my ankle isn't broken - at worst it's a bad sprain - but it hurts like all kinds of hell, despite my persistent Rest-Ice-Compression-Elevation routine. But y'know, I got my wish to not go to work tomorrow.
Looks like it's gonna be a pretty decent year, all told.