my canadian penpal and my high school boyfriend are in town. we went to a screening of valley of the dolls featuring an appearance by the real, live patty duke.
i fell. and as i was lurching down the aisle with startling, unstoppable momentum, scraping my left forearm across metal covered in worn velvet, wacking my right shin against concrete and hitting the right side of my skull against an armrest with such force that birnsy would later liken the resulting sound to "a hammer hitting bone," all i could think in this moment was, God, i hope patty duke isn't watching this.
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Ooo, yikes...you okay?
my football career is over, but otherwise i shall live.
That is nothing compared to the unspeakable things Patty Duke has witnessed me doing.
so dananator, sounds like you'd better get on the ball and mortify yourself before ms. duke.
Though my first instinct was to worry about you, of course, my concern was closely followed by the thought that "a hammer hitting bone" is a lovely phrase.
indeed. though a painful thing to do.
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