Stairs
I’ve been having quite a bit of trouble with stairs lately–and boy have I got the bruises to prove it! Last Sunday was The Rio Bamba‘s holiday party, which I attended–arriving fashionably late as usual. The highlight of the party was the rented karaoke machine. And though I didn’t participate in the singing so much, it was hard to resist the open bar.
Met up with Dave and Matt and Kris afterwards for a few large glasses of water and to catch up, of course! There was a huge snowstorm that night, and since some of the drinks we had consumed were spiked, we all stayed at Kristina’s house.
Let me just preface this by saying that I have never been to Kristina’s house before, and therefore am not familiar with the architectural eccentricites of her domicile. I’m pretty sure that’s why I fell down the stairs the first time. My socks were starting to fall off a little too, so that didn’t help.
Picture this carpeted stairway–there are twenty steps that lead up to the second floor–interrupted in the middle with a small landing. I was at the top, and the first step down was fine, but the second step was a little trickier, and somehow I ended up sliding on my butt/elbows down to the landing. Laughing hysterically (and trying not to cry too much), I got up and proceeded to fall down the second set of stairs.
Oh, billy. Apparently some of that liquor hadn’t worn off yet.
Later that night, after a raucous dance party in the living room, I fell down both flights a second time.
And again, the next morning on my way out.
Yeah, that’s three times in less than 18 hours. Embarrasing? Yes. Painful? OH LORD. A whole week later, I can still hardly walk!!
It doesn’t help that I fell TWICE more on the concrete steps outside work this week. Concrete. Once with an apron full of tomatoes.
I don’t think I’ve ever had this many bruises before. And I’ve certainly never had this much difficulty traversing stairways.
One word.. Ow.
ouch!! poor shira, I can TOTALLY sympathize!! I hope your on your way to a full recovery. I know I suck and haven’t written in a long time, but it’s coming, I promise. and I do check on everyone, so I’m not completely out of the loop… miss you tons and hope to see you soon!
you pulled a “Frances”, without me even being around!! boy, i am powerful!! 🙂 hope you’re feeling better! 🙂
I can still hear the whoomp, whoomp, whoomp, pause, then whoomp, whoomp, whoomp, whoomp, bang!
Then the Seal noises began! Crescendo of snorting! Gotta love it.
Only you, Sheesh, only you. The repeat performance next a.m.—priceless.
Well, my house is kind of a split level, so there are some stairs, but you can’t fall too far. I have plenty of booze though. maybe i’ll set up a kiddie gate for you.
Thanks for the moral “support” guys. My Mom thinks my shoes are too big…