So apparently last night, (Last April) my girlfriend broke her nose...
(It's been requested that I tell this story specifically for SALN)
While at work on a Tuesday in the late morning, I decided I'd like to get to my first Cub game of the year. Since it was a slow day, I was able to browse Craigslist.com until I found a post for 2 tickets for that evening's game. Naturally, being the gentleman I am, I extend an invitation to my girlfriend, Sarah.
I e-mailed to claim the tickets and I worked it out so after I got home from work, Sarah could pick me up and we'd ride down to Wrigleyville to pick up the tickets. I stopped and got the tickets outside some random Mexican restaurant from this dude who seemed like he was in a hurry.
The tickets work, no problem. We're on the 1st base line in the first row of the 2nd section. I forget what I paid for them, but they were probably the best seats I ever bought myself. We eat a hot dog, have a couple beers, take some pictures, have a couple beers, freeze our asses off, watch the cubs lose, have a couple beers. All in all it was a damn good Tuesday night.
We get back to my place and pass out. Sarah seemed fine.
Her alarm on her phone goes off at some ungodly hour like 4:45 or so. Usually, I don't wake up, but I feel her get out of the bed and go to the bathroom. Fall back asleep. You'd have to ask her how long between getting up and coming back it was, but I wake back up to her plopping forcibly back down into my bed, breathing all heavy and groaning.
I am annoyed. But I know I have to ask, so I roll over to face her, and go "what's wrong." Iam such a good boyfriend. She tells me she ran into the wall. I turn the light on and if I'm remembering clearly, she had some blood on her nose.
I get her a glass of water and rub her forehead which is ice cold and wetter than normal skin should feel. She explains that as she was walking back from the kitchen she blacked out for a moment and slammed face first into the wall. (It was plaster, not drywall.)
Long story short she ended up laying down for awhile and getting into work a little late, but she was fine. I got a picture message from her the next day of her with a frown and a black eye. The next day two people asked me how I hit her and got away with it. -Fin
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
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I still like the story better when it's told as she stepped out of line, you clocker her, and when she came to, you convinced her she did it to herself by walking into a wall. Or was that the version I wasn't supposed to talk about?! Don't worry Sarah, we still love you. Just remember not to get out of line, or else!
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