Who the fuck walks into a door?
Apparently this is easy to do while in a drunken stupor! Saturday night was a Going Away and Birthday pub crawl with a bunch of friends. The door incident happened at pub #6 (of 10). This just goes to show I could never bat for the other team as I simply cannot navigate my way into THE BEAVER. It stung for about 5 minutes. Then I must have gotten distracted by the Red Headed Slut shots and throwing popcorn at Sharky because I forgot about it. Until this morning, that is. I went to put my glasses on and was in pain. There is a bruise right where the nosepad of my glasses sit. Ouch! Closer inspection shows only minimal swelling. DAMN! I was hoping it would be my first black eye. That would have been the perfect way to cap off one hilariously enjoyable evening with the gang. But a brick through a bar window, some ultra-spicy peirogies at 2am and a hot foot soak (absolutely essential after a night of dancing in heels!) is about on par.
This bruise was from a different incident but I thought this picture was pretty fucking hilarious! ~Max
