M'Birthday

Celebrated the upcoming transition to 27 in a private karaoke room, with 20-30 of my closest rollerfriends. I sang a lot. If you've ever heard me sing, and understand the painful shyness I have about it, you know that this is a big deal. It's not like all the sudden I learned how to hit notes. It's just easier to spazz out in front of people who know that you spazz on a regular basis. I got loverly presents from some of the closest rollerfriends--two giant bottles of whiskey (1 Jamie, 1 fancy Bushmill's), a big vegan cookie, ginger beer, and the awesomest shoulder bag ever. It is red and black and made of old skirts and has a chainsaw on it (love love love). The place we went was this giant overlit megaplex of karaoke rooms, bubble tea, a Sanrio store, a four lane bowling alley, and a huge common area filled with college age and younger folks. The joint even keeps board games for folks to play. Kinda pricey for a Saturday night, but not so pricey the rest of the week. Lame service, fun everything else. The end. I'll jazz you up tomorrow.

Because I do what he says

I have a fracture.

Tiny to be sure. Two tiny bits of bone that escaped from a not much bigger one.

They've been nagging me for the past two weeks. Dumb bits stealing skate time. Making my middle go soft(er) and rocklike leg muscles melt into puddles of fat.

There's no physical proof of them. No lumps. No bruise even. Maybe a slight limp if I overuse. Stand too long. Try to dance. Try to skate.

It's less than dime-sized, the place where the mean doctor shoved his thumb and made it hurt. He dug in all over my Fred Flintstone foot and not a peep until bingo.

And there they were like two little pebbles. No, too big... Tic Tacs But smaller even still. And hanging out where they don't belong.

I don't have big boot to drag along or crutches or even tape. I can wear pretty black flats and no one notices a thing. But even without a visible wound, I worry, what will be the next bit to escape? Brain out the ears? Teeth like in an anxious night sweat? Hair off the top like an aging fella?

Why I am not allowed to be near eyeliner.