|Oh, sure, I've been colder...
||[Mar. 31st, 2008|08:30 am]
But not for such an extended period of time. While wet. |
(And not in a good way)
For the record, Raleigh, you owe us some mighty fine weather the next two weekends, because this Yankee has just about HAD it with the cold and the wet. 38 degrees. Yes, I know you can get colder - and I don't BEGRUDGE you your right to do so - but you gotta pony up some nice weather. The last weekend I was down there was heinously cold and wet and THIS is how you start out this season?
My theme comment of the weekend was "F***ing A."
You know that when I'm reduced to a two word, well one word and one letter, comment that things are bad. I'm still shivering. Sure, we had two delightful evenings. One evening of copious laughter and copious alcohol. And me falling off the curb at the hotel and splaying face down on the pavement and spraining my ankle.
No, wait, that sounds like a drunk fall, didn't it? No, in this case, the alcohol mostly just stopped me from breaking my ankle. See, the hotel, thinking that the curb itself wasn't enough to keep cars from crashing into the side of the hotel, also installed those cement wheel stops. Only to save money, instead of just putting one in front of each parking space, they one BETWEEN each parking space, which I would think would just guarantee that a car coming in at a high enough speed to jump the curb would just ensure that the car hit the hotel at an angle, possibly damaging two rooms rather than one, but hey, what do I know?
Well, I know that generally speaking, I'm not used to curb, enough pavement for a foot, SECOND curb...in the space between cars. Which is how I wound up face first on the blacktop. Thankfully, since I fall a lot -- and in my teens learned to just stop fighting it and go for the forward roll -- I just let myself go down, which probably kept me from serious harm. And the alcohol ensured a loosey-gooseyness to a body that might have been stiffened by the realization that my foot was trapped and I was going down.
But still, not only was I freezing cold, with wet feet, damp everything else, but it hurt like a sonofabeetch to walk. Because of course it was my left ankle and I'm already all gimped up by a blow up right knee. Dang. Thank goodness for ankle braces.
Another evening of copious laughter and well, we tried to drink a lot, but we were tired. And the bottom of my glass fell off. No, I didn't break it. I know, I know, I AM the clumsiest person you know and yes, I DO have depth perception issues and I DO break things all of the time.
But this time, I swear, I was just holding my glass full of Lynchburg lemonade and ker-splash! I'm still holding the top of the glass, but there's no longer a bottom. Or Lynchburg Lemonade. Except in my lap. (Thankfully, most of it landed in my dinner bowl, which was thankfully empty.)
And thankfully, enough alcohol had elapsed that I was able to refrain from a duck and cover, thereby panicking the restaurant. (Waddya want, I lived in the sniper hot-spot.)
Plus Pyratelady told us the best joke EVER.
So, Raleigh -- you have 5 days to dry the hell out and warm up.