Cheryl Goes Boom!

I forgot to tell you guys about how I managed to fall on the pavement right in the middle of downtown on New Years. I wasn't even drunk either! Somehow I manage to consistently fall and hurt myself for no apparant reason. There was the time I twisted my ankle just walking down a hill by the Mesa Court dorms at UC Irvine. Then I fell right in front of the oh-so-trendy Chateau Marmont on Sunset Blvd with a group of snobby onlookers as witnesses while my friend just ran ahead out of embarrassment to be seen with me. Needless to say she isn't my friend anymore (not for that reason alone though).

But I'm okay, just a scraped up hand and knee and a bruised ego to boot. Actually, I've started to get so used to it that I don't even get very embarrassed anymore. How sad is that? Kyle thinks it's weird that everytime we walk together I try to hang onto his arm, but really if it wasn't for doing that I might be dead by now.

New Years was good times. We went to The Field for some hearty Irish fare and tasty libations. For some reason though, when midnight struck, our night turned into a series of ill-fated events straight out of a poorly written Will Ferrel movie. I won't delve into the sordid details, but the capper was that we had a crazy cab driver who got so mad at us for changing our minds about where we wanted to get dropped off that he almost stranded us in the middle of the 163 freeway. He literally stopped at an exit and threatened to drop us off so that we could walk our ways back to downtown while dodging drunk drivers going 80+ miles per hour. While our New Years Eve celebration before our crazy adventures was fun and all, it just reminded me and Kyle of why most of the time during New Years, we just make it a Blockbuster night.

I'm going to reserve my spot on the couch for Decmeber 31st 2007 right now.