A couple of days ago I got plastered in honor of Midnight Voyage before the Valarium closes, Chelsea visiting town, and of course, my birthday. We went back over to Chelsea's old house, and I was sitting on this like barstool type chair on the front porch, and I guess I passed out or something.
Next thing I knew I was plummeting forward with pretty much no control over my body and no time to react. FACE SMASH. I landed right on my face on the railing to the porch. Besides a miniscule chip to one of my front teeth, nothing was broken. My lip is extremely swollen on the right side, and my left knee is scraped, and I had pain in my right hand yesterday, but nothing seems that awful.
I've never been in a fight before, so as far as I can remember, I've never been busted up on the face like this. I have been kinda proud of it, but I feel like I'm embarrassing to my work and family. It's disheartening. Maybe it's a guy thing, but I want to wear my scars with pride. I have nothing to be ashamed of. I party hard. And the bigger you are, the harder you fall.
So I'm going to go ahead and enjoy feeling badass for the next few days, even if my disaster was sort of self-inflicted. I think I'm just as proud either way.