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| Catskills #1 - March 2007 |
Monday, March 19, 2007
Catskills v. 1
Sunday, March 4, 2007
Brief Update
I had a terrifying moment this weekend... And it is all Sha Sha's fault!!!
I love playing the blame game. J/K! But seriously, I was heading out of the apartment, with Justin a few paces behind me, when I turned on the landing, facing the stairwell and my front door directly below me. There is a windowsill immediately to your left as you descend the stair. On this sill for the last couple of days has been resting the invitation to Sheila's bridal shower, sent by my lovely Aunt Sha Sha. Oddly, when I first opened it on Thursday night, I paid no attention to the address. However, as I began descending the stair yesterday morning, I happened to glance at the front of the envelope.
"What the fuck?" were the only words I uttered as I attempted to turn around, missed grabbing the sill by a good 6 inches, and plummeted to the base of the staircase, straight into the door and smacking my hip and ankle incredibly hard into the bottom of the stairs. Hence, don't look at anything else around you when you've already got a lot of momentum and are about to walk down a set of stairs. I was in shock, hurting, and scared when Justin rushed down the stairs and grabbed me. "Are you OK!?" He screamed.
"No I am NOT ok!" I shouted.
He begged me to stand up. I didn't understand why at first. I was hurt! I was crying already! Fine, I will stand up. And so I did. And he began asking me what hurt, if I could walk, etc. Luckily, I'd only hit my ankle and bruised my hip. Nothing broken, and I could walk.
Finally, after my fit of crying and lamenting my own stupidity for completely plummeting down my staircase, we got around to him asking me what in the world had caused me to do that. The answer? I was looking at the address on my letter, which said "Rego Park, NJ" with the original 'NY' having been written over to make room for a 'J.' Completely stupid? Yes! But I was caught of guard and fully intended to investigate further. Thankfully, I lived to do so.
Ergh!!!!
I love playing the blame game. J/K! But seriously, I was heading out of the apartment, with Justin a few paces behind me, when I turned on the landing, facing the stairwell and my front door directly below me. There is a windowsill immediately to your left as you descend the stair. On this sill for the last couple of days has been resting the invitation to Sheila's bridal shower, sent by my lovely Aunt Sha Sha. Oddly, when I first opened it on Thursday night, I paid no attention to the address. However, as I began descending the stair yesterday morning, I happened to glance at the front of the envelope.
"What the fuck?" were the only words I uttered as I attempted to turn around, missed grabbing the sill by a good 6 inches, and plummeted to the base of the staircase, straight into the door and smacking my hip and ankle incredibly hard into the bottom of the stairs. Hence, don't look at anything else around you when you've already got a lot of momentum and are about to walk down a set of stairs. I was in shock, hurting, and scared when Justin rushed down the stairs and grabbed me. "Are you OK!?" He screamed.
"No I am NOT ok!" I shouted.
He begged me to stand up. I didn't understand why at first. I was hurt! I was crying already! Fine, I will stand up. And so I did. And he began asking me what hurt, if I could walk, etc. Luckily, I'd only hit my ankle and bruised my hip. Nothing broken, and I could walk.
Finally, after my fit of crying and lamenting my own stupidity for completely plummeting down my staircase, we got around to him asking me what in the world had caused me to do that. The answer? I was looking at the address on my letter, which said "Rego Park, NJ" with the original 'NY' having been written over to make room for a 'J.' Completely stupid? Yes! But I was caught of guard and fully intended to investigate further. Thankfully, I lived to do so.
Ergh!!!!
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