Woman dies in tragic brunch accident
Feb. 9th, 2003 07:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kitchen_kinkIf I haven't mentioned it before, I'm clumsy as hell. I lose my balance with no provocation, I run into things, I hit my head with alarming frequency, I cut my fingers with my own fingernails, and I often find bruises on my body of dubious origin.
But this past couple of days has been especially weird. And I am convinced that it is related to that hallowed weekend institution known as Brunch.
To wit: yesterday I went to a Massive Brunch Outing (precipitated by me and virally spread by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
moominmolly at Johnny D's. In attendance were, at rosif3r's count, 28 people. I met many people I never had before and saw many people I hadn't in a while. In fact, I ate far less than I might have due to the level of conversation I was forced to keep up. A great time all around, folks.
However! On my way to this nefariously tasty event, I managed, by a combination of someone's careless culinary littering (a wet piece of bagel, methinks), a cute boy I needed to take a second look at, and a pair of borrowed, slightly-too-big hiking boots, I slipped and fell down about four or five steps at Porter Square T stop.
The result: a very impressive bruise of about six inches long and 3 inches wide, green, purple, red and yellow in color and very tender to the touch, on my left buttcheek, precipitated by said buttcheek's unceremonious slamming into the edge of that first step, and its subsequent bouncing down the next few.
This morning, I attended yet another gustatory festivity hosted by the lovelytobi and attended by about half as many people. Waffles, pancakes, bagels and lox, eggs (scrambled and Benedict), coffee, and other delights were enjoyed, and I managed, just barely, to not drop my plate through the imaginary coffee table top.
However! During my hasty slicing of the tomato set to complete the deliciousness of the bagel-cream-cheese-lox-capers-red-onions feast, I slipped and sliced the tip of my left ring finger quite neatly.
I decided to spent the rest of the day moving extremely carefully.
These things come in threes, do they not? At least there will be no more brunch for a few days. Though I suspect I'm due a slip on the ice while carrying breakfast food somewhere.
But this past couple of days has been especially weird. And I am convinced that it is related to that hallowed weekend institution known as Brunch.
To wit: yesterday I went to a Massive Brunch Outing (precipitated by me and virally spread by
moominmolly at Johnny D's. In attendance were, at rosif3r's count, 28 people. I met many people I never had before and saw many people I hadn't in a while. In fact, I ate far less than I might have due to the level of conversation I was forced to keep up. A great time all around, folks.However! On my way to this nefariously tasty event, I managed, by a combination of someone's careless culinary littering (a wet piece of bagel, methinks), a cute boy I needed to take a second look at, and a pair of borrowed, slightly-too-big hiking boots, I slipped and fell down about four or five steps at Porter Square T stop.
The result: a very impressive bruise of about six inches long and 3 inches wide, green, purple, red and yellow in color and very tender to the touch, on my left buttcheek, precipitated by said buttcheek's unceremonious slamming into the edge of that first step, and its subsequent bouncing down the next few.
This morning, I attended yet another gustatory festivity hosted by the lovely
tobi and attended by about half as many people. Waffles, pancakes, bagels and lox, eggs (scrambled and Benedict), coffee, and other delights were enjoyed, and I managed, just barely, to not drop my plate through the imaginary coffee table top.However! During my hasty slicing of the tomato set to complete the deliciousness of the bagel-cream-cheese-lox-capers-red-onions feast, I slipped and sliced the tip of my left ring finger quite neatly.
I decided to spent the rest of the day moving extremely carefully.
These things come in threes, do they not? At least there will be no more brunch for a few days. Though I suspect I'm due a slip on the ice while carrying breakfast food somewhere.
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Beat the fates to the punch!
Date: 2003-02-09 05:13 pm (UTC)Short-circuit whatever up-step they have planned for the next hurting.
You went from bruising to minor amputation.
Bite the bullet - whack yerself with a bagel.
Re: Beat the fates to the punch!
Date: 2003-02-11 01:35 pm (UTC)(Oh, shit, that was the next upstep!)
Actually, I only cut my finger at the tip, I didn't cut the tip off. The fall was much worse!
So the next thing is probably, like, a hangnail.
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Date: 2003-02-09 07:24 pm (UTC)I'm glad you could make it today. It was good to see you!
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Date: 2003-02-09 07:34 pm (UTC)Hope your injured bits are doing better!
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Date: 2003-02-10 10:45 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2003-02-10 03:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-02-10 05:41 am (UTC)Maybe we need to have brunch more regularly, so that people will show up or not at will and not arrive in crowds of nearly 30.