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. ♣
The Jackie Blog 
What happened to the asshat driver? I could recall dozens of times when I could have been a big bloody mess if it wasn’t for my quick reaction against drivers who fail to see me a.k.a. blatantly ignore.
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he drove off like a jerkface. So inhumane.
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Awe….I am praying you have a better weekend. Praying Dave heals quickly…throw that bike in the trash….second time he’s been hit in what, less than a month…..that thing isn’t safe for man or beast……get rid of it so cars stop aiming for that poor boy and he is still around to do another show in a month. I will send you some clean undies……hee hee.
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thank you mommyyyyyy
but he can’t throw the bike out because it’s mine. Maybe it only likes me riding it 😉
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Sounds like you need to invest in a pack of undies you don’t open unless in an emergency situation such as this. Then you’ll always have spares. Hope Dave heals up fast and good luck on getting that laundry done. You’re a real trooper!
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hehe, looks like her mom is going to send her some for this reason.
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I’m so curious as to what kind she’ll send.
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Yes, yes I must. Absolutely 🙂
Got the laundry/house/myself all clean, btw. Thank Heavens for weekends 😀
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Oh dear. I’m glad that Dave is alright, though I do have a number of cycling friends and hate to hear about accidents like that. I’m also glad the phone call didn’t come from a hospital, or Lord knows what you might not have been wearing when you arrived. No undies AND in a dress? Brave woman. Hey… at least it was Friday.
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LOL very true. I’m going to have to go back to the ol’ Emergency Underwear plan.
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Um… you made out to the ER? Without undies? A little bold 🙂
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It wasn’t a state I preferred 😉
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Wow, I’m glad he’s okay. I’ve seen people get killed from that kind of accident, thank goodness he was only bruised and scratched.
I hate those days where you think you’ll get everything done and then never do. Or have a huge list of to-do and at the end are doing something totally unproductive with nothing done, and just go…FML. hahaha.
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He’s a big mess but I’m glad he’s a bloody one and not a dead one. That’s a plus.
I hate those days! The ones where you want to get a lot done but somehow you get distracted and read 15 Dr. Seuss books instead?
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What a draining day, just glad it had a happy ending, however your own personal problems with your undies and all are pretty hilarious 🙂
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I’m glad you find humor in my discomfort 😛
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