After spending the holidays at home in a small town in North-Western-Central-PA I came back to New York to ring in the New Year. Feeling rejuvenated and perhaps optimistic that my dating drought may have come to an end, I accepted date with a rather nice fellow.
Not ready to re-squeem so soon after the NYE celebration, I opted for a low cut dress to help balance out my expanding “side effects” of Cookie-Palooza ’09. Although I stand at a commanding 5 feet 2 ½ inches, I can’t help but like the tall boys and opt for my highest sequined-heeled party shoes.
The plan was to meet for drinks (conveniently in my neighborhood) on Saturday night. Needing to replenish my cash flow I hit up the ATM on may way. As I pulled out my card I notice something might be missing. After taking a quick inventory I realize I no longer have my driver license. Hmm…. I know I had it on New Year’s Eve but that was three days ago!?! As I re-bundled and continued on towards the dark bar to meet up with stranger I met on the Internet with no form of personal identification I start brainstorming of people I would like to play me in Law & Order's adaptation of my life.
The actual date goes well and as we wrap things up, I’m thinking I may have kept my verbal diarrhea at bay and perhaps my socially awkwardness may be subsiding in 2010. By the time we finish our last drink the temperature was a blustery -42 degrees. He walks me back to my apartment and to avoid frost I’m practically jogging. Then out of nowhere I go down. To say ‘I tripped’ would be a bit of an understatement - I bit it, ate concrete, face planted, took a digger, nose dived into cement.
I took a few seconds to regain my composure and did a quick assessment to ensure all my appendages were still in place. Once I made it back to my feet I realized my knee caps were burning. I looked down to see my opaque black tights were shredded at the knees. I decided the thing to do would be to laugh it off and say, “I hope you are looking for a girl who is resilient.” (Don’t judge – you try and come up with some witty to say post face planting on frozen concrete)
The next morning I popped some aspirin but for once it was not for a hangover induced headache but for my battered knee caps and ego.
Photo of injuries below – Warning it's not pretty
3 comments:
Sounds like you're "falling for him" GET IT!
Oh no! Ouch =( Did he call the next day?
Hahaha, Joanne that looks really painful! (But, really funny too!)
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