Friday, January 21, 2005
I'M NOT NADIA
Labor Day many moons ago, my friend David and a couple other friends had rented a beach house for Memorial Day for a week. The weekend was wonderful, many friends stopped by the whole weekend, we ate like kings, I ran on the beach every morning. The weather was perfect. We actually had rented it for like 8 days, and had decided to have a party on the last Saturday that we were staying there. It was quite a gatering, lots of people, lots of food, and lots of drink. I'm a light weight, and rarely drink liquor drinks, but for some reason that night I did. Guess I was feeling festive. Well the drinks, mixed with a 15 minute dip in the jacuzzi, everyone decided they were going to walk down to the beach. There was about a 20 foot boardwalk down to the beach from the beach house, and me always craving attention jumped up on the rails, I was boasting of my wonderful balance skills, jumping in the air and landing perfectly on the rail. Skipping, then right as I almost was at the end of the 20 foot rail almost ready for my dismount, it happened right after i said look everybody I'm Nadia Comaneci, one leg got tangeled on the other and down I came on the rails. With a much higher voice I said "I'm o.k." I really wasn't. The rest of the night I spent with a bag of ice between my legs. I scraped up my legs pretty bad too, and when I fell off afterwards, I hit my head on the trash can. Mostly my pride was hurt, I wasn't so crazy about a lot of attention anymore after that day either. I'm no Nadia! Not even close, alcohol can make you think crazy things.