Leaving work about a million hours later than I was supposed to today, my friend E and I decided to head to Bethesda for a little fake Tex-Mex food - she too is from the land of Texas.
We had a pleasant time, gossiping about work, our friends and trying to figure out if the couple that were sitting next two us had any idea that they werent in a hotel room- PDA is only a small way to describe what these two people were doing. Not that I would ever partake in PDA.
Thats not my point. I finally got my move strategy straightened out, got the movers alligned for Monday morning, made my plan of attack for tomorrow, and we decide to leave so I can go home and pack up what i have in my room.
We are laughing and talking as we walk to the parking garage. I make a snarky comment about a woman wearing shorts and high heels- can somone please explain this fashion phenomena to me? Anyhoo- we get inside the garage, and I see my car. I miss-step, fall flat on my face and in the process tear my knee apart to epic proportions. Also, I must say this is my favorite part, I twist my ankle that has been broken three times. My ankle is black and blue, but thankfully I can put weight on it, and my knee looks like, well, shit. I tried laughing it off, but it totally irritated me. I will never have pretty legs, that I know for sure. But for ONE spring time I would love to have legs that dont look like someone took a bat to them. My entire left knee is cut up, and totally looks disgusting.
The positive part of this post- 1. I did not do any significant damage to my already really screwed up ankle. 2. I fell wearing a skirt, thus preventing the sure ruination of a good pair of pants. 3. My move strategy is complete.
The shitty part of this post- I was wearing bright green underware. I am pretty sure that the two guys that were walking behind me got to see full on green underware as my face is hanging out on the cement.
Graceful, I will never be.
I am off to bed and here is hoping for an accident free day tomorrow.
Anyone want to go to the beach with me next month?