Yesterday I went to an Earth Day celebration in Berkeley. And in the middle of a crowded park, I managed to stumble and take a truly spectacular faceplant in the grass. Yes, I landed on my nose. Luckily, thanks to an interview with Chevy Chase I heard many more moons ago than I care to think about, I remembered that the best thing to do when falling is to keep rolling as long as you can, because it will minimize the potential for injury. Thus it was that I was able to walk away from the scene under my own power within minutes of the catastrophe.
Celebrity interviews: the life they save may be your own.
I also learned that if you’re going to take a spectacular, Chevy Chase-esque tumble in public, an Earth Day celebration in Berkeley is the place to do it. A significant number of concerned citizens concerned themselves with my well-being and stood ready to render assistance, if needed. Luckily, it wasn’t…not even when Mr. Twistie hauled my less than petite backside into a standing position.
Even though I wasn’t severely injured, I’m a bit banged up. There’s a nasty, splotchy bruise on my forehead, my nose has a bad scrape right on the bridge, and I’m a bit sore here and there. Oh, yes, and then there’s that whole public humiliation thing. In some ways, that’s the worst bit, since I didn’t actually…oh…break a bone or something like that.
To make a long story short – and I realize fully that it’s waaaaay too late for that – I’m in need of some laughs. The fastest and most effective way I know to guarantee some of those (short of watching Monty Python and the Holy Grail for the eleventy-millionth time) is to present you folks with a picture just crying out to be captioned. Here’s the pic, you know what to do.
Next week, when the only painful part of this episode is the memories, I’ll declare a winner.