Saturday night, I fell down a flight of stairs. Yup. An entire flight. Important things to know: I was not drinking or drunk leading up to the fall. After the fall, I anesthetized with a lovely screwtop Reisling.
Bonus terribleness: I was carrying a glass of wine down the stairs with me, and spilled the entire glass on my shirt. It's always nice to smell like a wino on a Saturday night.
My ass, by the way, is now purple. There's some lovely green and black streaks as well. I'm going to have to come up with a new favorite hobby, because sitting just isn't working out for me today.