Looks like we're in a pickle.
So I'm walking along Sunset Blvd. after an eventful night at Dublins in Hollywood.
Who was I with? I was with some pretty rad friends. It was Cathy, Esther and Patrick.
There were other people with us...I can't remember everyone! Right, back to the story.
Innocently and happily making my way to the Virgin Megastore Parking Structure, I tripped. No...I didn't trip OUT. I actually just tripped on a bump in the sidewalk.
During my descent, I manage to grasp a stone potting wall. Falsely secure that my fall
would be safe and short, the whiplash from the momentum caused my cranium to whip
back and hit the wall. Trying not to be the baby of the group, I stood up with as
much grace as I could muster and continued my journey to the car.
We finally make it to the Parking Structure. I'm walking - innocently again - then my
left contact pops out. I freeze signaling all to stand still while I find my stray
contact lens. Then...I step on it. This fucking SUCKS!!! I get into the car, and due
in part to a recently acquired concussion - the other part to a few too many chardonnays
- I totally have to vomit. Cathy desperately tries to get the car door open so I can
throw up outside instead of on her leather seats. My night ended in a dry heave...
-L
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