Oh – and I slipped and fell in the middle of the street – I was holding a Dunkin Donuts coffee and a big bulky overnight bag – and down I went – I totally wiped out, but the funny thing is: I doggedly held my coffee up in the air, so it wouldn’t spill. I was lying in the street – face down – with my arm up, triumphantly. The rest of me was covered in slush, but dammit, not one drop of coffee spilled. I must have looked ludicrous. A little old man helped me up. Thank you, sir.
If you actually save the beverage, you get to pass through ludicrous into good form. It’s in the rules.
Dave is right. It’s in the rules.
Happy St Patrick’s Day.
Erin Go Bragh
Erin go bra-less!
Erin go brothel!
I am very heartened that you saved the Dunkin’ coffee.
That’s one of the most noble things I’ve ever read.
Good show! Happy St. Paddy’s Day!
Sheila,
I am in love with the people who read your blog. Especially when they post comments about your personal anecdotes, offering their support, witticisms, etc. They are lovely.
Sorry about the fall. You are hysterical. More importantly, why on God’s green earth were you up at 8 in the morning on an effin Saturday? I hope it was yesterday, and you had work as an excuse.
And even more importantly: Overnight bag?!?! AHEM. you’d better explain yourself to me.
Wierd personal reflex – I always save the drink. (Maybe it’s the Irish in me?)
A friend took a series of five photos of me at A New Year’s party. I am all fancy dressed up and the photos show me in one on those circular papasan chairs. Sitting. Falling backwards (feet in the air). Tilting the chair forward to escape. Extricating myself from the chair. Crawling across the floor toward her.
The whole time, I had one hand in the air – holdling my drink safely upright.
… and I love that a little old man helped you up.
One more thing!
Kate – Thanks! I think fellow Sheila fans/commentors/regulars would agree that there’s something about Sheila and how she writes, how talented, kind and intelligent she is and how she is just openly herself (and makes no effort to present herself in any particular way) that makes for compelling reading and makes you absolutely want to support and respond to her. I’ve never met her and she’s one of my favorite people.
Kate – Saturday was a long and very weird day. It involved much snow, a necessary overnight bag, a rental car, a thwarted plan, a wipe-out on 39th street, and then later – watching a documentary about Idi Amin.
Marisa – hahahahaha that series of photos sounds classic! Like a stop-action movie of a wipeout. apparently Burgess Meredith (a big drinker) was always tipping over, or falling over ottomans and then doing somersaults, etc. – but never ever spilling a drop of his drink.
And Marisa – thank you for the nice nice words! I’m glad you’re one of my “regulars”.
“Regulars” actually makes your blog sound like the TV show “Cheers” or something. But you know, I loved Cheers.
Or it makes me sound like a haggard old courtesan. Haggard and yet kindly. Beloved by her many “regulars”.
:)So glad you saved the drink.
This is a bar I love to belly up to.