Let’s Give ’em Something to talk about…

Okay, so those of you who read my blog know I am random sometimes. This will be one of those times.

Picture this: I got all dolled up for my night away with Matt…new top, heals, curled hair, fancy make-up, funky jewelry…the whole nine yards! We walk into our Downtown Minneapolis hotel to check in (side note: you know when you rarely get out you really try and act the part so no one knows…yah this was one of those times) and as I was giggling with Matt I miss my step and fall like a sack of potatoes on the very hard marble steps in the Hotel Lobby. I know you’re all laughing but feeling my pain right now! Seriously, it was so much pain. But, in normal Noemi form, I fell and got up quick and then tried to pretend it didn’t hurt to make everyone who saw me fall feel better. Why do we do that? I had to breathe my way through the throbbing pain in my knee and ankle. More then that I had to regain my composure! After a few minutes I felt fine and continued to wear my heals for our four block walk to our restaurant and back. Not smart…but, I looked cute!

My ankle is all puffed out and my knee is green with bruising. how embarrassing! Seriously, I need walking classes or lessons in gracefulness. Any tips?

I’ll live but, I had to share! Any other embarrassing moments you can share to make me feel better?

P.S. HAVE A WONDERFUL MOTHER’S DAY! Looks like I’ll be wearing flats tomorrow and bringing an ice pack to church!

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Sara - May 10, 2009 - 12:04 pm

Hi Noemi,
So you know I never comment, but I can totally relate. I just did the same thing except I was 8 months pregnant at the time and fortunately didn’t get hurt at all. And even though I got up in record time, you should have seen how quickly people reacted. I was in a church lobby on my way to Bible study (in heels too) and thankfully I was running late and most of the 400 people were already inside. I was so embarrassed! I can relate totally. I hope you enjoyed your night out never the less!

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