Monday, June 27, 2005 So blunt
Yesterday I went to a rock show in my basement, and it was great, but during the last song I got hit in the forehead with a guitar. It bled all over the place, because headwounds are sooooo dramatic, but I decided that based on my own medical opinion, I didn't feel like sitting around the ER for two or three hours, so I didn't need stitches. Now I have an evil little extra eyebrow incised above one of my regular eyebrows. I decided to leave it uncovered during my work day today. I'm sure it was probably a fashion "don't", but I couldn't stand to walk around with a bandaid on my head.
People joked about what I should tell others had caused the cut. "Tell them you burned my dinner," my boyfriend said.
I thought about it, but "I got hit in the head with a guitar" and no further elaboration is probably the best explanation for a big gnarly lump and cut on my forehead that I could possibly come up with.
I look pretty tough now. It's a nice change, but I'm a little worried that I'll be scarred, and that from now on life will be reduced to a choice between long bangs and thug life. Just imagine! One day I go for a trim, and if the stylist slips a milimeter and takes off too much, suddenly people are trying to cross the street away from me or involve me in midnight basketball programs. Ouch.
Sorry. Headwound talking. I would like my maximum allotment of sympathy, please.
Again and again this weekend, I stepped up to difficult tasks. Those mojitos, for example, weren't going to drink themselves, especially after one of my housemates altered the recipe to form a mutant new cocktail called the "blu-jito". Someone had to lose those card games.
Then, too, it's been a fussin', fightin' weekend. Long talks about feelings crouched everywhere, ready to pounce. Sometimes fights went on that I didn't realize were fights at all until much too late. Ouch. Ouch ouch. Sorry. Headwound.
I hate words. The guitar to the head (purely accidental, purely rock and roll) made me laugh, because it was such a dumb way to get hurt, and probably because of endorphin surges, too. We don't train the endorphins so much as we adapt their natural behaviors into the dazzling water show you see today. You should have seen the other guy. posted by Frenz | 6/27/2005 09:17:00 PM
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