bruised chin & stuff

When I was at the lake last weekend, I was drinking pretty good and decided that there was more to be done other than the sunburning. And having drunk the appropriate amount, I made up my mind that it was time for the big finish. And I gave it all I got, too. There are several versions of the story going around, and with about ten of out there and drinking who knows what the truth is, but I'd like to relay for you now what I recall...

I was sitting looking at the lake from an unoccupied spot on the small island. Wifey & I discussed something (with the ringing in my ears, how can I be expected to hear what she's saying - ever) and when she left, I took a pee off a rock into the water (or toward the water, at least) and then began making my way back to the rest of the party. The rocks there are the type that are loose and hard to walk on with sandals on - hell, look at the picture I've thrown in with the black bar to protect the ID of the young lady.

So I get up and start the trek up some those damn rocks and before getting too far I fall smack on the ol' chinaroo. So that caused a bloody chin, serious pain in my teeth (possible dead tooth(s) as well), and a nice honking couple of cuts inside my mouth. But don't worry, my hands are virtually unscathed. That's because Ryry chooses most of the time to not brace himself with hands. Well this would have been a good time to use the hands, but beer my have impaired that decision. Who knows.

Either way, co-workers have taken a liking to noting such a stupid action, and one in particular (Andy D.) designed the following poster for all to amuse in...