Picture it: a bar called Lift, Dallas, 2007....I'm standing at the bar, resting on my elbow, facing my cutie-pie Mr. L, talking his ear off like the Band Camp Chick. Suddenly I hear a glass break & I get pushed into Mr. L & kicked in my calves! What the #$&@#! (It wasn't a fight-I think someone lost their balance & dropped a drink). Whatever that chain-reaction was...ended up with my calves looking like this:
In the "happy" state I was in when this happened, I distinctly remember thinking "WOW that really HURTS! REALLY!!! I'm glad I'm not sober!" Seriously-I don't know how the guy behind me got his feet up to kick my calves, but it really hurt! Anyway-I thought it was funny the next day & then I forgot about it, until I happened to look at my legs on Tuesday. That's when I saw the bar scars. And by the way - the bruises are darker in person than in the pics. Yes, feel very sorry for me.
The end.