Tuesday, October 26, 2010

I Would Prefer Blood With My Pancakes Please, Thanks.



I love my sis. I love to make fun of her, I love to make her cry, and I love to punch her in the head. But I also love goin out on the town with her, and we're both waiting for the day our baby sis turns 21. You know, so she can be our designated driver.





(Just kiddin Alyse, we want to hang out with you, the DD thing is just a plus. Love you.)


Anyway, so a few weekends ago Lin and I made Alyse babysit Logan so that we could go out. (See? We are awesome older sisters!) We started making the rounds looking for the best club to dance at and while waiting for the dance floor to open at a certain bar in town, we met an interesting fella who we named Bob.


Bob was pretty entertaining so we decided to hang out with him and his friends for a while. So we stayed out dancing until the club closed at which point it was time for breakfast! Yeah, my favorite part of going out is having breakfast at 3 in the morning, love it!


So we realize we're not fit to drive so we get a cab to take us to Village Inn. The cab turns out to be a van so Lin, Bob, and I pile into the back anxiously awaiting pancakes.


We finally get to Village Inn and Bob and Lindee get out of the cab first. Apparently Lindee forgot I existed because as I start to step outside the cab she decides to slam the van door.


On my hand.


I just sat there staring at my hand in the door. Finally my brain registered what had just happened and I thought to myself "Someone should open the door". Granted I was a little buzzed at the time so I blame the alcohol for my behavior, but it seems like I stared at my hand in the door for 10 minutes.


Obviously it was only a few seconds until I snapped out of it and opened the van door to release my hand. Lindee, who is in nursing school, immediately took action as my fingers began to bleed all over.


You'd think we'd skip the breakfast and go home to tend to the injury but no. Hell no, I wanted my pancakes dammit! So we go into the restaraunt and Lindee and I immediately head to the bathroom. We wrap it in paper towels and head back to the table.


Here is fuzzy cell phone picture of my hand a couple days later.




I'm sitting there changing my bloody paper towels, trying to eat my pancakes while simultaneaously squeezing my injury with my other hand in attempt to stop the blood flow. I'm not sure how many paper towels I went through, I just remember they were all over the booth. It was awesome. Thanks Lin.




Oh, and the pancakes were delicious.

15 comments:

Kristina P. said...

What's a little blood for delicious pancakes?

Christine Macdonald said...

That's a new syrup I haven't tried. :)

Pricilla said...

erm, YUCK.
You were more than a LITTLE buzzed I think. heh

Brian Miller said...

yikes...my sis got her hand caught in a door when we were kids...all mangled....ack. hope they are healing nicely...

blueviolet said...

More than the disgusting sight that is your hand, I really want to see why you hid the fingernail tip of your longest finger!

University of Iowa Meg said...

Thanks so much! There was a very unexpected death in the family, under very very bad circumstances. Sorry about your hand btw! OUCH!

Stacie's Madness said...

YEEEEOOOUUUCHHH

Suzi said...

Ouch, glad to see you back in bloggy land.

scrappysue said...

yeah, i would still want pancakes too! i take your slammed van door fingers and raise you a black eye...:)

Alexis AKA MOM said...

hehe I'm sure the waitress loved cleaning up after you left ... :)

Lin was just too excited to go in and eat!

AmyLK said...

OUCH! The good times! lol

Mom Taxi Julie said...

It's probably bad I've had my 16 year old be my dd after a bbq a few times. BAD MOMMY!

OMG that looks and sounds so painful. Probably good thing you were buzzed!

Mindy, Tyler, and Kids said...

Your nails look pretty though!

klynch said...

O-my what's a little more iron in the cakes right? too funny but glad your ok

yulz said...

ouchh