Last night, some time between my first vodka tonic and three girls licking chocolate cake off my collarbones, I noticed a small ache in my right side. I decided I must have lifted something heavy and just not remembered. When I woke this morning and felt glued to the bed by pain, I realized that no, I had not lifted something heavy. I had fallen down the stairs in the subway on Friday night. How I could have forgotten such an event, I don’t know, but it only serves as yet another testament that I should be kept in a padded cell.
More details on last night’s Black & White Birthday Bash will follow (along with pictures), but for now just know that Biscuit’s chocolate cake was well… worthy of being licked off my naked flesh.
Friday night was date night with my girls. The movie was stunning and my first Gray’s Papaya was tasty, but the late hour walk up the West Side was undoubtedly the most pleasant part of my day. Girlfriends can be so healing. Maybe that’s why I’d forgotten the night’s earlier subway stair accident.
This city never ceases to amuse me. I was slurping on pineapple juice, listening to Kate and Krissa chatter about the desirability of West Side real estate when we heard a voice behind us.
“Excuse me.”
We turned around and a wilting peach flower was shoved my direction.
“Would you like a rose?”
“No, thank you.”
“Can I have your phone number?”
“No.”
We laughed and continued up the street. Half way up the block, I toyed with what a great story it had made if I’d actually accepted the flower from the goofy-looking stranger. But, having still not gotten around to telling about Thursday’s adventure in pigeon shit, I figured I had plenty of stories and ought not needlessly risk any awkward stalking moments for entertainment purposes. Between falling in the subway, getting shat on by a grossly overfed bird and raucous tales of last night’s birthday fete, we have enough to keep us going for a while.
Stay tuned.
You should have come back with "A rose? Is that your best offer or an oppening bid"
Posted by: Adrian at September 6, 2004 02:29 AMI cannot wait to hear more. Mysterious falls, wilted rose... I'm intrigued.
Posted by: DeAnn at September 6, 2004 03:49 AMAdrian, you never fail to live up to the legend, Fish...count me in as pretty jealous...apart from the bit with the pigeons.
Ick
Ick
Ick.
I was really trying not to laugh when I called about ten seconds after that. Seriously. I understand that it's not funny...er, well, no. That's a lie.
Posted by: Stuart at September 6, 2004 08:54 AMAhem. What legend?
Posted by: Adrian at September 6, 2004 10:37 AMThe legend which started through you having such liens at your disposal as, "A rose? Is that your best offer or an opening bid?".
THAT legend.
Posted by: Stuart at September 6, 2004 11:58 AMI got sidetracked with the statement...
"...my first Gray’s Papaya was tasty..." and here I was led to believe that one must eat a Gray's within 23 hours of establishing residence on the isle or be forever a geek. Color me gullible, but glad you found it tasty.
Myth more than legend. I never use lines. I don't talk to girls remember. No spine.
Posted by: Adrian at September 7, 2004 05:46 AMOMG I MISS EVERYTHING I AM NEVER LEAVING AGAIN
Posted by: jen at September 7, 2004 09:36 AM