Disclaimer: I typed this at 5:00 am this morning. I need to get ready for work and don’t have time to correct spelling or grammar (not that either of those apply when I blog). Read on.
A lot of friends have asked about the almost black eye from earlier this week and the lovely bruises behind my knees. Cute, aren’t they? Since I seem to be typing the same explanation over and over again, I’ve copied my reply from the last one I’ve sent and posted it here (tweaked a little for the non-hashers):
Tommy, a dear friend of mine, is a really big guy and doesn't realize his own strength when he's drunk. He got reaaaaally trashed at a BBQ/party on the beach this past Saturday night – well, we all of got trashed. Some people were a bit wilder than others.
Early in the night, Tommy fell on top of me and spilled red wine all over my white skirt. No big deal because if you’re going to wear a white skirt to a BBQ, you’ve got to expect some sort of stain. Unfortunately, I was enjoying my wine and was too drunk to figure out how to pour another glass. I took it as a sign to stop drinking and sober up for the drive home. Anyway…
Later, I got an elbow in the face from him. Hence the almost black eye. A little ice on the cheek kept the swelling down and a bruise never formed. However…
Moments later he tried to pick me up around my knees and almost fell on top of Chika, who is 8 months pregnant. Fortunately, Dave – another big guy - was right there when I started screaming "Somebody help me!" and managed to gain control of the situation.
I didn’t even know the bruises were there until I was walking out the door last night to go run and Jim saw them. He freaked out because he was so trashed Saturday night he didn’t remember Tommy trying to pick me up and had no idea as to why I would have bruises on the back of my knees. And he’s amazed that I always seem to have a nasty mystery bruise on some part of my legs which is why he took the picture. I think. That’s the only justification I can think of. Whatever…
Sooo… That’s it. It’s all good. No feelings have been hurt. A lot of teasing towards Tommy has been going on this week and I’m getting even with him this weekend. See, I left my drinking vessel (mug) with my hash name on it on the beach and it was found Sunday morning by a fellow hasher who had camped overnight. The guy who found it has “something” planned for me to earn it back. Tommy doesn’t know it yet but he will be performing the task in my place.
Laterz peeps.