...and sidewalks.
- back from pgh, well rested and ready to go for the work week. i fell on st. patricks day. i know, it's typical of me to fall. especially after 72 hours of drinking like a man. but this time it was different. as my friends know, i always injur myself on our trips, but it's usually due to wearing heels at inappropriate times. well this time, after walking what seemed to be like 4 miles through an ally in the southside of pittsburgh, past a dude resisting arrest, and through a motorcade of police we were finally almost to our destination. then, hands in pocket, i face planted and kissed a man named sidewalk. after i layed there for what seemed like a lifetime, my friends helped me up and i had a freak out. i thought my adorable little nose was broke. why couldn't my lip just be busted? i mean, i'd pay good money to get those a little more plump, but my nose?! vom. so here are photos of us at the western penn. sports & history museum. there are more in my kodak gallery (if your special enough to have that link, you have all my photos) and i'll put some on facebook, too. piccies don't even do it justice. you can't see the road rash on my face, or bruises on my lips. oh well, i've always wanted an excuse to wear bright tacky colored lipstick. it kind of camo's the pink-ness of the rest of my nose, dontcha think? enjoy and please, have a good laugh, as it's funny as hell. xoxo
steelers championship rings cheer me up!
my face looks like i play for the penguins
you can't even tell from far away
group shot in the trophy room
i figure if i fall off at least it's just carpet.
you can sort of see how gnarly it looks.
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