That's a pic of me on St. Patty's Day. That'd be before the 26er of vodka, of course...before the ranting to the asshole that stood me up, this week. before passing out, and definitely before puking my guts out several times, on Sunday morning. Didn't I look pretty?
So, I have a funny story.
Tonight, I was walking home. it's a rather blustery night out there. The streets have a thin layer of ice over a thin layer of snow, making it a bit slippy. Anyway, there was this plastic bag on the street, dancing around in circles, to some unwritten symphony of wind in the trees. It was one of those very basic, beautiful sights...
Anyway, as I got toward said dancing inanimate object, it took a random turn to me, as if it were desperate for a partner to twirl with. It quickly latched on to both of my feet, and being a step behind, dragged me to the ground, before dancing away deciding I was an unworthy partner, for such an easily graceful object, like itself.
Yes, I got caught up in a plastic bag, and went down right on my face.
I know you're laughing...just wait until you fall. I'll point and laugh. BITCH. haha.