Originally uploaded by artist in the ambulance 190.
Ok. As promised here is the story of the birthday broken foot.
So it all started out like a normal birthday, I went out with a group of friends to a japanese hibachi place. We got all dressed up, I put on mt new Steve Maddens (with the three inch heel, and I have trouble in heels, keep this in mind, they play a major part in the story) Had a great dinner of steak and shirmp. Had a few glasses of wine and two of those little cups of sake. After we ate we headed over to the wine bar that was down the street. The bartender was this great guy who kept my wine glass from becoming empty. It was a great spanish red wine, sweet, but not too sweet. We made conversation with the guys that were sitting down the bar. Got a few birthday shots out of it. Now this is when the night started to become a little fuzzy. I start drinking water and we leave the bar. My friend was going to take me to her house where we were going to meet her man friend and de-head some shrimp ( yes, really) because I was looking all pretty and such, he was also going to bring a friend of his to meet me. So as we walk to the car, parked in the garage. We start up the stairs, we make it to the third story, well I make it to the third story before I stumble, drunkenly in my new Steve Madden's. I land on my foot, well, I guess I land on my foot as that's were my bones were broken (like I said details are fuzzy) My friend now yells at me to get my ass up. I try to stand, but that didn't go very well. So with her help, we somehow made it to her car (thanks to the red wine and shots I wasn't feeling much pain) and she drives me to the hospital. After four hours in the ER I was told I was going to need surgery to fix the bones. So I was admitted to the hospital, where I stayed for a week. They fixed my foot. I have never known pain before the day after my surgery. But I am home now. living on painkillers. I will be off the streets for at least three months. They have found me a position at HQ on light duty in which I am enternally grateful.
So the moral of the story is, never wear three inch heels, ever.