I am now the undisputed Kelly Slater of stair-surfing! And give new meaning to the term Black-Eyed P 
Last night - after consuming one too many beers at Richard's birthday braai (in retrospect I should've stopped at 7, but thought I could handle 8), I took a MAJOR wipe down his main stairwell - my head connecting the wall, my face smashing into the tiles, my right knee & left elbow taking the remainder of the blow. No marks on either of my hands, though...I guess I was waaay too out of it to even realise it might help to try & break the fall
It was quite a spectacular end to the evening, actually. My philosophy in life has always been "do something right, or don't bother doing it at all". Well, I suppose I really do live by my own convictions
After sitting with a bag of frozen corn on my face & trying to make small talk with the other shocked guests for about 20 mins (in spite of the alcoholic haze, it was still kinda embarrassing), Lee-Boy & I decided to head for "Club Duvet" & got home just before 10pm. While he busied himself watching the qualifier for the Mexican leg of the A1 GP, I smothered myself with some weird South American anti-inflammatory gel I got for a knee injury on a snow-boarding trip to the Chilean Andes in 2003. It stung like an absolute bitch, so I suppose the active ingredients were still, um, "active"...& I've woken up this morning looking a lot better than I feel, which I suppose is not such a bad thing. I am a downright cluts at the best of times, & honestly hate having to explain my weird & wonderful injuries to worried-looking motherly colleagues on Monday mornings
As entertaining as my wipe-outs are (I've had close to a dozen BIG ones over the past 14 years - & all in very public places), I think I may be getting a little too old for the sport. Maybe it's time I cut down on my social drinking, or invest in a good guide dog, at the very least
This morning I had planned to go & buy a pair of awesome cowboy boots I had seen advertised - with a R400 gift voucher I got from a happy ad agency I did some extra work for - but have decided to stay indoors & mend my battered self instead
Hope your weekends were safer / less sore than mine?
11:25pm...
PS. I've just had a rather unnerving thought. Do you think it's possible that Angie's ghost could've had something to do with my "fall" down the stairs...
And if so, what do you think she might've been trying to "tell" me...?? [It was 3 months to the day since she had passed away. The house was now filled with laughter & celebration, & there was a definite amount of *special* attention being bestowed upon her fianc by a lovely blonde colleague of his...And all this less than 2 months away from the day when she & Rich were due to tie the proverbial knot...]
Last night - after consuming one too many beers at Richard's birthday braai (in retrospect I should've stopped at 7, but thought I could handle 8), I took a MAJOR wipe down his main stairwell - my head connecting the wall, my face smashing into the tiles, my right knee & left elbow taking the remainder of the blow. No marks on either of my hands, though...I guess I was waaay too out of it to even realise it might help to try & break the fall
It was quite a spectacular end to the evening, actually. My philosophy in life has always been "do something right, or don't bother doing it at all". Well, I suppose I really do live by my own convictions
After sitting with a bag of frozen corn on my face & trying to make small talk with the other shocked guests for about 20 mins (in spite of the alcoholic haze, it was still kinda embarrassing), Lee-Boy & I decided to head for "Club Duvet" & got home just before 10pm. While he busied himself watching the qualifier for the Mexican leg of the A1 GP, I smothered myself with some weird South American anti-inflammatory gel I got for a knee injury on a snow-boarding trip to the Chilean Andes in 2003. It stung like an absolute bitch, so I suppose the active ingredients were still, um, "active"...& I've woken up this morning looking a lot better than I feel, which I suppose is not such a bad thing. I am a downright cluts at the best of times, & honestly hate having to explain my weird & wonderful injuries to worried-looking motherly colleagues on Monday mornings
As entertaining as my wipe-outs are (I've had close to a dozen BIG ones over the past 14 years - & all in very public places), I think I may be getting a little too old for the sport. Maybe it's time I cut down on my social drinking, or invest in a good guide dog, at the very least
This morning I had planned to go & buy a pair of awesome cowboy boots I had seen advertised - with a R400 gift voucher I got from a happy ad agency I did some extra work for - but have decided to stay indoors & mend my battered self instead
Hope your weekends were safer / less sore than mine?
11:25pm...
PS. I've just had a rather unnerving thought. Do you think it's possible that Angie's ghost could've had something to do with my "fall" down the stairs...
And if so, what do you think she might've been trying to "tell" me...?? [It was 3 months to the day since she had passed away. The house was now filled with laughter & celebration, & there was a definite amount of *special* attention being bestowed upon her fianc by a lovely blonde colleague of his...And all this less than 2 months away from the day when she & Rich were due to tie the proverbial knot...]
I read your comment in Mr M's journal. I would love to meet with you! Are you busy on Friday night? I will in Mr M's studio having my backpiece outlined. Perhaps you would want to come and hold my hand
That's very forward of me, but that's how I am
I have this mission to be the first SG from SA. Unfortunately they don't accept first sets as multiples ... so you have to become and SG first to be allowed to be a multiple .. and I would love to do it with you!
Let me know what you think!