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Silly clumsy Jenny
Feb. 2nd, 2009 12:52 pmTwo Rolling Rocks. Two shots of Jamesons. A shot of So-Co and lime. A final shot of tequila, complete with salt and a lime wedge.
That's the menu of liquor I consumed Saturday night after the ROH show, and yes, it all came in one sitting. Definitely enough to get me feeling more than a little buzzed, considering what a lightweight I am when it comes to booze, so I tempered it with a glass of water before I left the Beacon, making sure to stay put until I was confident I wasn't too impaired to drive.
I made it home without incident, and didn't have the slightest hint of a hangover the following morning.
Why am I mentioning this? Because I find it comical in contrast to something that happened yesterday afternoon, over twelve hours after my mini-binge, when I was stone-cold sober and in full command of all my motor skills.
My bestgalpal Dawn and I spent a few hours hanging out in Oak Park, and one of our last stops was the big Borders on the corner of Harlem and Lake Street. After a bit of browsing on the main floor, we descended to the lower level in search of a particular category of books. I had two steps remaining on the first flight of stairs, but for whatever reason only saw one, and so when I brought my right foot down I totally overshot the second-to-last step, lost my balance, and took a tumble onto the landing. I took the brunt of the fall on my right knee, but the left struck carpet pretty hard as well, and it took me so long to get back up that I'm sure I seemed drunker than when I was actually drinking. My knees didn't hurt for more than a few minutes, but when I was undressing later I found a purplish bruise about the size of a silver dollar at the bottom of my right knee.
I'd love to write this off as a delayed reaction to all those shots, but I know that it's just another instance of chronic clumsiness on my part. Kind of makes me wish I was a close personal friend of Stephenie Meyer, because I would totally lay claim to being part of the inspiration for Bella. Not that I really want to have much in common with that character, but at least it would give purpose to my physical ineptitude.
That's the menu of liquor I consumed Saturday night after the ROH show, and yes, it all came in one sitting. Definitely enough to get me feeling more than a little buzzed, considering what a lightweight I am when it comes to booze, so I tempered it with a glass of water before I left the Beacon, making sure to stay put until I was confident I wasn't too impaired to drive.
I made it home without incident, and didn't have the slightest hint of a hangover the following morning.
Why am I mentioning this? Because I find it comical in contrast to something that happened yesterday afternoon, over twelve hours after my mini-binge, when I was stone-cold sober and in full command of all my motor skills.
My bestgalpal Dawn and I spent a few hours hanging out in Oak Park, and one of our last stops was the big Borders on the corner of Harlem and Lake Street. After a bit of browsing on the main floor, we descended to the lower level in search of a particular category of books. I had two steps remaining on the first flight of stairs, but for whatever reason only saw one, and so when I brought my right foot down I totally overshot the second-to-last step, lost my balance, and took a tumble onto the landing. I took the brunt of the fall on my right knee, but the left struck carpet pretty hard as well, and it took me so long to get back up that I'm sure I seemed drunker than when I was actually drinking. My knees didn't hurt for more than a few minutes, but when I was undressing later I found a purplish bruise about the size of a silver dollar at the bottom of my right knee.
I'd love to write this off as a delayed reaction to all those shots, but I know that it's just another instance of chronic clumsiness on my part. Kind of makes me wish I was a close personal friend of Stephenie Meyer, because I would totally lay claim to being part of the inspiration for Bella. Not that I really want to have much in common with that character, but at least it would give purpose to my physical ineptitude.
