November 10th, 2003

primary butterflies

talk about embarassing

So, Saturday night was the poker tournament, which I left at about three in the morning. When I went down to the car to put the candles a friend brought me in the trunk, I leaned too far forward in my exhaustion, and the trunk lid whomped me right in the eye. My first thought? "I hope that doesn't bruise."

Of course, it did. And no amount of makeup can cover the shiner that I now have, thus prompting a slew of "who beat you up?" questions from my co-workers, plus the deputy account executive and her ilk, plus the people in visiting from Phoenix. It's embarassing, and I don't even have a good story to tell to explain it -- just that I got into a fight with my trunk, and I lost.

Got a good suggestion for a story?
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