Well, Friday night happened and things went to hell in a hand basket.
It all started with a fantastic show at the Best Western as I went to cover Prairie Oyster for SooToday.com. Loved the show and got lots of great pictures of them. Lindsay Pugh and Jay Case were there. This made me very happy and we hung out and had a good time.
Then it was off to the Outback to see a killer band from Alberta, the Wheat Monkeys. I have seen them a few times before and was really looking foward to them. Unfortunately the lighting was really fucked up there so pictures were not going well. All of the stage lights were focused below the waist of all the band memebers so the only things that showed up were their legs and part of their guitars....no torsos or heads. It pissed me off a little.
Anyway, after a little chit chat with the band, Jay, Linds and I caught a cab down town for a few more frosty adult beverages. I wasn't drunk at this point but had a bit of a buzz on...thought it best not to drive.
Everything went down hill after that.
After drinking way too much, Jay and I shared a cab home. I had the cab driver drop me off on Wellington Street across from my house.
Bad move.
As I ran across the street, I tripped over the curb and took one hell of a nasty spill as I starfished flat on my face on the sidewalk.
The following are gruesome pictures of the resulting injuries....
....are you ready?
...this is the nasty road rash I got on my wrist trying to save my camera as I went down...
...this is the gash on my right knee...it hurts like a fucking bitch...
My left knee is also bruised and a bit swollen and my right elbow is stiff and sore. My ego is also bleeding profusely.
Yup, nothing like some disgusting oozing extremely painful injuries to make someone feel old on their birthday. Thankfully I have my own personal man-nurse....Steve Olsen.
And my camera? Well, it is damaged a bit but still works. The lens has to be replaced shortly, however.
Please, by all means, feel free to call me an idiot. I have numerous times.
