You know those days where you bank on being able to get home and tend to the things you couldn’t tend to before work? You don’t intend to go about the day in your current state; you just simply didn’t have a choice.
Yesterday was that day for me.
I woke up with little sleep and with nothing done. I was without a professional-looking outfit, without a blog post, without a shower, and without underwear. I was really looking forward to getting home around 5 and remedying all of those things. I was going to do laundry, catch up on some emails and editing, and take a nice hot shower.
But then Dave got in an accident.
It’s okay – don’t freak out. He’s totally alive and in one piece. He was riding bike to his show last night and some jerkface turned against traffic when Dave had the right of way, essentially cutting Dave off. He cut the wheel, braked hard, and flew over the handlebars to slide on his stomach across the pavement for a display even Olympic judges would have rated favorably.
It’s interesting to know how I react during these situations. I got the phone call that he’d been in an accident, hung up, and began to talk myself through what to do. Okay, here we go. Get the keys, get your purse, go go go. Okay. Okay. Let’s go. You can do this…
Apparently I’m a self-coacher. Which is fine. Unexpected, but fine. I kept talking to myself until I came to the fork in the road where Dave was standing, bloodied and bruised. I checked him out, asked all the important questions, and we both came to the conclusion that he was a big bloody, scratched up mess but he was okay. And since he had to be on stage in an hour, I called the Stage Manager and asked her to be ready to clean and bandage him instead of going to the hospital.
Listen, ‘the show must go on’ isn’t just a joke.
Most of his cleaning was done in the backstage restroom with the help of the crew. I decided to stay and watch the show again in case anything happened and so that we could head to the ER right after the show ended to get him checked out.
Of course, I was still in my unwashed, un-underweared state from the AM, and was really banking on the ability to come back home right after work and fix my grossness. Instead I ended up in the front row between two elderly men drenched in Old Spice, crossing my legs under my dress carefully so that no one on the side balconies would have a heart attack. After the show, we made out way to the ER, where I sat until almost 1 in the morning, festering in my own disgustingness.
We came home (all was relatively well with the Davester), slept immediately, and woke up late today when it occurred to me that not only am I still without underwear (or any clean laundry for that matter), but I still haven’t taken a shower and still owe another blog post before I can do anything.
So now we’re caught up on the post – time to do some serious body/laundry/house cleaning. So long as no one else gets in an accident, I should be able to get quite a bit done today.
Note to self: don’t let Dave go anywhere until I have a shower and underwear. ♣