If all of 2003 is anything like the first three weeks, I'm in big trouble.
I can't exactly pinpoint when I packed up my life, put it in a handbasket and went straight to hell, but for right now, the 11th is as good a day as any.
The Eagles were playing that night and I, being the Giants fan that I am, didn't give a damn, unlike the rest of the entire Philadelphia region. One of Josh's friends was having a party to watch the game and the Parkside Elders were going, so I figured I could support the Eagles for an evening.
Everything started out great. Everyone was getting along and despite the stupid petty problems that Josh and I had been having lately, he told me that we were cool and that he really hoped that things would get better with us. An hour or so later, after some beer pong and defeat (and me flashing Erin to distract her from sinking her shots)(and me just flashing other people for reasons I cannot remember but probably weren't intelligent anyway) Jeff and I somehow got into a detail discussion about shit going on in our lives and I, having foolishly broken the seal earlier, really needed to pee.
Logic would be to tell Jeff to hold on a second, but the genius that I am told him just to follow me in and not to look. We wound up talking in there for a while about relationship confusion and I finally remember that I was in there because I had to pee, so I was doing my thing when Josh threw the door open and yelled "What the hell is going on in here?" and pulled the door shut and left.
Jeff and I thought he was kidding, but I quickly assembeled myself (there's nothing like sitting on the toilet with your pants around your ankles and having someone throw open the door) and we were about to walk out and explain ourselves when Josh came back in and started beating on Jeff.
The next serious of events were either explain to me by witnesses or were holes in the story that I attempted to fill in through everyone else's thoughts.
I was told Jeff was kicked in the face and that Josh was also punching him. There are many who believe that when Josh went to punch Jeff, he moved his head out of the way (smart cookie) and because I was standing right behind him, I got punched instead. There are also a few people who thing that when Josh punched Jeff the back of his head hit my nose.
After getting my nose broken (I remember the severe pain in my nose) and think I fell backwards into the bathtub and smacked my head on the wall because the only thing I remember after the pain in my face was waking up sitting with my legs draped over the side of the bathtub and Erin waving her hands in my face and giving me handfuls of tissues to stop the bleeding.
I was told that when a bunch of the guys from the party came in to break up the fight between Josh and Jeff, Josh's best friend Joe looked up and saw me in the bathtub and got Erin. The two of them stared at me for a while and decided my nose was definitely broken and Joe droven Erin and I to the hospital.
I would up getting three stitches on the TOP of my nose, which the only explainiation I have for that is either the nose bones punctured the skin or that when I fell in the bathtub, my nose hit the fixtures (although we're not quite sure if the fixtures were on the side I fell into)
I went home with Erin to West Chester that night and the two of us laughed the whole way home at the fucked-up-ed-ness of the entire evening. It really is that funny, especially since Josh, Erin, Jeff and I all work together at Parkside. The two of us stayed up till about 5AM talking and agreed that everything before the fight and after the emergency room was a good time.
Tuesday I had plastic surgery and had my nose set and I returned to work Thursday wearing a shirt Ruthie made for me that said Knock Out because first of all, I'm a sexy bitch with my broken nose and second of all...Knock Out...get it?
I have heard more broken nose stories in a week than I ever wanted to, but it sure as hell made for an interesting last week of vacation.
Needless to say, I kept my distance from the Eagles game this past Sunday....
