I was between boat trips in Seattle and the crew was crashing at hotels for the week in between. I did drink some, but have no idea if that was why I somehow slipped while getting out of bed and smashed my face on the corner of the nightstand. I had an AWESOME black eye…it looked just like I’d gone overboard with the eyeliner, which is something not really my style. So I just did both eyes up like that and everyone thought it was on purpose. =p That’s the only odd injury I’ve ever head, oddly enough.
Face weasels.
obscure and Pynchonesque. Yep, That’s me.
I bet you’re real fun at parties.
The only dramatic one I had, I shared, because it was too good not to.
Middle-school, hanging out in my parents’ den. I was sitting on the couch, next to my friend, who had her feet propped up on the piano bench. I got up to make popcorn-- and on a whim, I decided that instead of walking around the easy way, I would instead make a daring leap over my friend’s legs, thus earning the adulation of my peers (yeah, right).
Needless to say, I miscalculated, tripped, and smacked my forehead right on the seat of my dad’s elderly, shedding, hideous scratchy La-Z-Boy chair. The resulting 1.5-inch welt had check-marks, to match the polyester plaid.
Took me a while to live that down.