TACO TUESDAY FRIGHT NIGHT

08/20/08

Alright so tonight was a funny night. My friends and I hit up a Taco Tuesday Night over at a neighborhood restaurant every week to kick off some good-old fashioned bar hopping. Things were going well until our group, one by one, started leaving. It seemed like a little bit of luck left with each person. At the point there was only 3 of us left the first one of us dropped a glass of beer. Of course glass shattered all over and beer spilled ontop of the second one of us. Her pant leg was soaked. She then proceeded to break her sandal. A lace just snapped which left her walking awkwardly for the rest of the night. After that we started getting nervous as we discussed how these things usually happen in 3s. To this I proudly declared, "I'm not going to move, touch, or say ANYTHING until we're outta here!" And so I did. I felt as though I had cheated fate when we started marching out of the bar, until halfway between my seat and the door. A girl who decided to wear spear-heading, high-heeled shoes that night was pushed into me as she backstepped right into the middle of my 3rd and pinky toe. You know when something hurts so bad a scream doesn't come out, just a contorted expression is left on your face? Yeah, that was me. Needless to say, I scuttled out of there in a hurry to the security of my home before the moon had a chance of falling on my head.