egg on leg

Standing outside of Ironwood with some boys, waiting for a cab and I feel slimy running down my leg. I look down and it’s been hit. With an egg. As full moons encourage somewhat bizarre events and irrational behaviour, I’m not surprised. A little shocked though. It hurt, swelled up like a goose egg right away and the bits of eggshell made it bleed. Not the type to cry, or whine, or let a car load of shit disturbers ruin my night, we rambled on. Unfortunately we rambled into my shoe breaking; getting asked to leave the bar because, apparently, you can’t only have one shoe at the bar; and an altercation with a chubby, cocky shithead who pirated our cab and then laughed in our faces at what he did. Simultaneously asking the cabbie not to leave and screaming at my date to get back into the cab while he tries to beat the crap out of a shithead is not the ideal ending to a night.

Sunday however, was sunny, lovely, had breakfast with a good friend, went rafting, had gin green apple mango slurpees, finished with a lovely BBQ and slept like the dead. Just enjoyed the day the way Sunday Funday should be enjoyed. The perfect tonic to a relentlessly bizarre Saturday night.