Sing with me!
Think of the song "Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer... coming home to our house Christmas Eve. You may say there's no such thing as Santa, but as for me & Grampa we believe...." Got the tune good & stuck? Ok, now replace the words, lol....
Bethie got run over by a BICYCLE, going out to dinner Friday eve. You may say this sounds like total bullshit, but as for me & my leg we believe.
Yep, tis true. I've lived in this crazy city since '92 less 2 years = 11 years. And I get run over by a dude on a BIKE. Lordy, Lordy, Lordy.
The whole story....babysitter was late so I grabbed a cab on the Manhattan side of the ferry. He got me to the Lower East Side (LES) in mighty good time. When I was at the intersection that dh had said to go to, I paid the cabbie & got out. We were 3rd lane from the curb at a red light - nobody was moving. So I climbed out & leaped for the curb. I was just about there when I heard/felt a *CRASH*. I had no flippen clue wtf was going on so I kept going, lol. Got myself out of the way then realized a bike had run into me. The guy took off. I was standing trying to call dh to see where I was supposed to go from there. Some guy walking by held my elbow, caught my attention by LOOKING at me in the eye & asked if I was ok. It was nice that someone cared but I was a little flustered & trying to make my phone call. I had just been in Maine for 2 months, so I didn't automatically take a swing at the guy. I said I was fine. He told me I needed to look both ways when getting out of a car (duh) & mentioned 'a mark on my leg'. Damn, my new pants are ruined!!! Noooo.......there's a big gash & blood running down my leg. I grab a leaf from a tree in a park nearby, say a little prayer that it's not poisonous & wipe my leg off. I got to the bar, Kitchen & Cocktails, slugged down the Mojito dh had waiting for me, used the cool, wet napkin it had been sitting on to wipe my leg & graciously accepted the band aids from the waitresses while ordering another Mojito. 10 days later, there's still a nice scar & plenty of bruising but unless I bump the back of my right calf, I don't know it's there. The twisted part is, if I had pressed the issue, the idiot 'driving' the bike could have gotten a $500 fine!!! Lucky bastard.
BTW, the food was good, the drinks spectacular. The food is cheap, the drinks cost as much as the entrees, $10 - $14.00. The music was quirky - they played whole albums: Synchronicity, Abba, Bat Out of Hell, Talking Heads....
Welcome home, Bethie.
Bethie got run over by a BICYCLE, going out to dinner Friday eve. You may say this sounds like total bullshit, but as for me & my leg we believe.
Yep, tis true. I've lived in this crazy city since '92 less 2 years = 11 years. And I get run over by a dude on a BIKE. Lordy, Lordy, Lordy.
The whole story....babysitter was late so I grabbed a cab on the Manhattan side of the ferry. He got me to the Lower East Side (LES) in mighty good time. When I was at the intersection that dh had said to go to, I paid the cabbie & got out. We were 3rd lane from the curb at a red light - nobody was moving. So I climbed out & leaped for the curb. I was just about there when I heard/felt a *CRASH*. I had no flippen clue wtf was going on so I kept going, lol. Got myself out of the way then realized a bike had run into me. The guy took off. I was standing trying to call dh to see where I was supposed to go from there. Some guy walking by held my elbow, caught my attention by LOOKING at me in the eye & asked if I was ok. It was nice that someone cared but I was a little flustered & trying to make my phone call. I had just been in Maine for 2 months, so I didn't automatically take a swing at the guy. I said I was fine. He told me I needed to look both ways when getting out of a car (duh) & mentioned 'a mark on my leg'. Damn, my new pants are ruined!!! Noooo.......there's a big gash & blood running down my leg. I grab a leaf from a tree in a park nearby, say a little prayer that it's not poisonous & wipe my leg off. I got to the bar, Kitchen & Cocktails, slugged down the Mojito dh had waiting for me, used the cool, wet napkin it had been sitting on to wipe my leg & graciously accepted the band aids from the waitresses while ordering another Mojito. 10 days later, there's still a nice scar & plenty of bruising but unless I bump the back of my right calf, I don't know it's there. The twisted part is, if I had pressed the issue, the idiot 'driving' the bike could have gotten a $500 fine!!! Lucky bastard.
BTW, the food was good, the drinks spectacular. The food is cheap, the drinks cost as much as the entrees, $10 - $14.00. The music was quirky - they played whole albums: Synchronicity, Abba, Bat Out of Hell, Talking Heads....
Welcome home, Bethie.
posted by Beth at
1:40 AM
3 Comments:
Sounds like a nice evening out, well minus the INJURIOUS part. Glad you are back.
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Motherhen, at 9:00 PM
I am sorry but I started laughing singing that verse. You are so lucky it wasnt anything more serious like knocking you flat on your back. Arshole. He should also have been looking where he was going. Ugh. Glad the night turned out a good one. Hope your leg starts feeling and looking better soon.
By
Sam, at 6:17 AM
OUch babe!!! That stinks..I was coming in for an update but I don't see one. :o(
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Wilson Clan, at 6:16 PM
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