After losing count on how many martinis I've had, Diana and I came out of the toilet, walked down the short flight of stairs, I slipped and we fell. Plural because I was apparently holding on to Di's hand. I was the klutz who had caused my misfortune on others. Di fell flat on her face, bringing home with her a bruised forehead, knees and palm. I left the place with deeply bruised ego, knees, and a twisted right ankle. Not after I downed another few martinis to tell myself that I was going to be okay, as long as I drank enough to numb the pain. It worked and I managed to make my way to Watermark.
I had probably jinxed myself...
Few days ago, I got a text from Doctor asking if my foot has fully recovered. I told him...
"All good. I can run on my heels again!"
A day later, I got an ultra sexy swollen right ankle. God damn it!!!
2 comments:
lol don't be silly.. if it's meant to happen it's meant to happen... I'm not going back there anytime soon that's for sure lol
One last time - I'm very sorry!!!
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