Ouch

So, earlier tonight QKF opened for Three Inches Of Blood and Metal Church in NYC. The gig was a blast-we played our asses off, and got along well with the other bands. We made a bunch of new friends/fans, and drank like it was The Law.

After the gig, we absconded to The B Bar, then made our way to some other joint in Hoboken. From there we headed to the Kimak Funeral Home, where we (big surprise) drank a bunch more.

Using all of my available Jedi powers, I actually made my way home in one piece. The Stratus has become an extension of my Id, carrying me (almost) effortlessly homeward.

Upon arriving home, I opened the garage door, ready to load my gear into the house. As I turned away, I failed to notice that the door hadn't completely opened. In fact, it had slid a bit back downward. In my haste to escape the rain, I grabbed my gear, turned around, and walked directly into the half-closed garage door.

Ouch.

Big ouch.

The impact was enough to cause tiny stars of light to dance around the periphery of my vision. The bridge of my nose is now even more swollen and distended than usual.

I ache.

It's okay. I may have "a big owie," but it's okay.

Tonight was great. Swelling fades. Scars are tattoos with better stories. I'll coast on charm.

In the meantime, I think I'll pour a drink.

Shit.

My nose hurts...


Wild Turkey to the rescue...