I stole that from Supernatural, you know. “The road so far…”
I purpled my finger. Like PURPLE. And my friends try to be helpful; it’s adorable, because I said I didn’t know what I did. Some said splinter? Spider bite? Broken? (The skin isn’t broken. Never seen a spider bite turn everything purple; they’re usually a bump with the bite in the middle. Broken, I think it would be bigger, yellower, and unmoving, although I supposed a hairline fracture wasn’t out of the question.) Diagnosis: broken blood vessel. Well, see, I knew that. That’s the definition of a bruise. What I meant was: I didn’t remember what I did that caused such a horrific bruise. I haven’t had one that bad in…like…ever.
And I’ve had some bad bruises. In my Rocky Horror days…well, if you’ve seen the movie, you know there are a couple scenes where Frank flat out runs. He chases Rocky in the lab; after dinner, he chases Janet. And in playing Frank, I ran full out, often slamming into seats and doorways. The next day, I’d get into the shower, and lo, look at all the bruises! I suddenly became an ocelot.
BUT…I digress (a lot, generally). How did I assplode that blood vessel in my finger? Carrying a wicked heavy tote bag. With books! To a bookstore!
There are now a couple of signed copies of both books here. What a fun store! Books and toys, and some super cool vintage collectibles, in very good shape. It’s a small store, yet there is enough to constantly catch your eyes! I recommend checking them out. Their FB page is below:
They also sell on Amazon, but that isn’t nearly as fun as popping in, especially with First Fridays in full force. Heck, stop in, pick up some books, then head a block over and hit the Madison Grille, and knock back some of the Van Gogh Double Espresso vodka.
OMG, why did I have to go there on a work night? (The drink reference…I needs some of that vodka!)