Our Nation’s Capital
Here I am in D.C.! I am officially not a resident of NYC…unless having the Bet-meister (my cat) still living with Josh counts…and that I also am still getting my mail sent to Josh’s….and that I really don’t have a residence anywhere else yet and….ok, so I’m in a residence limbo.
Leaving NYC hurt so bad. Most of the hurt came when I fell down Josh’s stairs right before I left. Friends, I fell hard down those wooden stairs. Right on my ass. It’s funny what happens when get you hurt. The first thing I always do is take an inventory of the pain. Basically, just to make sure I haven’t hurt something that will hinder my ability to walk or type. Luckily, my pain was relegated mostly to my ass-region and my lower left leg. Nothing that would need medical attention. Phew. However, the pain was intense. My ankle ended up swelling and so did my butt cheek. Yes, when you can see your butt cheek has swollen you know you have problems. I’m still in pain, everywhere I go I am limping and holding my ass. It’s not a pretty sight. But I shall survive. It’s one of those things where I feel like Jebus was like, hmmm, you are emotional right now, lets give you some physical pain too! And it will be good.
I threw a goodbye party for myself on Friday night. I wasn’t going to, but all of my friends were like, You have to! And it has to be a Karaoke party! I think they just wanted an excuse to get drunk and sing, but I am a good friend, so I humor them. I have some awesome pictures, I need to post them. Josh and Tom were in rare form and they sang their little hearts out…God bless ‘em. Oh, and guess who showed up at my party, completely uninvited! Jay, from the first season of Project Runway. Ha, we are all such reality show bitches we were star struck. He and all of his friends were all completely dressed in black and showed their appreciation of performances by flipping us the bird…is that the cool way of telling us we are awesome, cause that’s how we took it. You can’t bring us down reality star and your posse! We built this city on rock and roll and we had the time of our lives!
Now excuse me while I put more ice on my ass.
May 15th, 2007 at 8:54 am
You forgot to mention Crazy Madras Shorts Guy AKA My New Boyfriend!
May 15th, 2007 at 9:16 am
Aw, I’m sad for your swollen ass and ankle! New York couldn’t let you go without one last punch, huh? What a jerk.