I saw one of my favorite films in the theater last Friday. It was Lady from Shanghai, and the only thing that I find disappointing is the platinum color of Rita Hayworth's hair. Compare:
Otherwise, a seemingly lovely start to the weekend, no?
After the movie, we hit up the classiest li'l basement in town (Jim's) and savored artichokes wrapped in bacon, then lightly fried, and served with garlic butter. Yum. Meanwhile, my favorite former principal played my old favorites (including "I Won't Dance") on the piano. Perfection, no?
Then we traveled to yet another great basement locale, Richard's. I blasted punk rock from their stellar jukebox, argued about the lack of merit to be found in Modest Mouse, and had an all around great time. The best night ever, no?
NOOOOOO!!!!!
3 A.M.
Headed to bathroom.
It's dark.
Freshly waxed hardwood.
Foot caught in purse strap.
Down, quickly and awkwardly.
Screaming.
Appear to have two and half elbows.
Weeping. Screaming louder.
Ambulance ride.
Humerus in pieces.
Surgery.
Plates. Screws. Cords.
Results, one week later:
Raise your hand if you are getting a lifetime of physical therapy! What a cruel joke.
The pain pills are nice, though. So, anyway, we will see how this progresses.
Goodnight all!
Sincerely,
Mecha-armed Lady Beast