This past weekend was the craziest day of the year in San Francisco: Bay 2 Breakers.
For those of you that are unfamiliar, I'll sum it up: 20,000 people who are either naked or costumed (normal dressers NOT allowed),who all start drinking at 7 a.m., and drink throughout the 7 mile course through the city, many wheeling behind them kegs or shopping carts full of sweet sweet nectar.
On this shit-show of a day, I lost one of my greatest gifts: my ability to type and bring laughter to the world.
As I type before you, I type one-handed, like one of my past bosses who was 34, but still never learned how to type.
The incident happened at approximately 10 a.m. Sunday morning, after 3 hours of vodka. My severely intoxicated friend stole beer bottles from someones shopping cart and gave one to me. I found myself bottle opener-less, and decided to open the bottle by taking it in my hand, and smashing it against the curb.
Yep. I'm officially the dumbest person in the world.
As 99% of you know, that resulted in having the entire bottle blow up in hand, causing glass to shred all five fingers and the palm of my hand. But a true warrior, I pressed on, kept drinking (and bleeding), and literally took the shirts from the backs of others to wrap my hand.
Sunday I was a hero. Today I am a fool; a one-handed fool.
1 comment:
Ohhh trika...ya really get me. I can see you in my head re-acting this scene. As I read your blog, I seem to never fail to tap my foot, crack a crooked smile, flutter my eyelids and wave my right pointer finger gayly thinking, "yep, she's a REally got it."
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