This picture was taken in the general time period of when I fell on my face. On St. Patrick’s Day, I was the victim of a series of events that worked against me.
First of all, my contact tore in half so I couldn’t see very well. I don’t see well in general, even when I have both contacts.
I was also wearing those chunky heels that were popular in the late 1990s. I miss those shoes.
To top it off, I had too much to drink. I didn’t realize that I was drunk. The drunkenness snuck up on me.
I also didn’t realize that the sidewalk was not there anymore. It became a Taco Bell driveway. This was when the drunkenness make itself known.
Apparently, I broke my ankle and could not get out of the driveway. The customer in the driveway was kind enough to help me up. My friend didn’t believe that I had a broken ankle. It could have been the fact that I was drunk and not believable.
So we walked and hopped for at least two blocks until we got to our destination. She walked. I hopped.
My roommate picked me up at the bar. Taxi service is extremely slow on St. Patrick’s Day. I spent about two months wearing an aircast and a tennis shoe. Just one tennis shoe.
Eventually, I realized that I had to replace chunky heels with boots with no heels or tennis shoes. I may be moving on to ballet flats. Ballet flats have become more stylish.
Tennis shoes are not my favorite fashion statement.
Neither is being drunk on the ground in a Taco Bell driveway. Lesson learned.