… or is it just showing off its fanciness to the other nine toes?
I went to the annual Marching Band’s Big Beach Bash and Silent Auction Friday night, held at an indoor beach volleyball facility. (Yes, I know! How cool is THAT!!) And this is how my pinky toe looked Saturday.
Guess how I hurt it?
To make it easier for you, here are some activities I engaged in, in no particular order, nor with any length of time ascribed —
- double-dipping the guacamole
- watching beach volleyball close to the strike zone
- drinking
- bidding on auction items, two of which I won in last minute flurries of untoward bidding behavior, including but not limited to pushing away other bidders, sitting on the bid sheets, stealing pens and otherwise demeaning myself and the entire auction process
- laughing in that long and loud way that I do, throwing my head back and gesturing wildly
- listening to and telling silly band stories from years past
- hugging folks I may not see till next band season
- walking to my car in the snow and ice, wearing only swimsuit, shorts and sandals (Don’t judge me. It WAS a beach party in February, for pete’s sake!)
- making fun of people who got carried away by Bidding Fever and overpaid for their items (Not me, of course … $40 for two plastic guns that shoot mini-marshmallows was clearly a STEAL!)
- carrying heaping plates (all my own, of course) of food across the uneven sand to my table – pretending I was The Dancing Queen Young And Sweet Only Seventeen and being Super Freaky … sometimes at the same time
- admonishing my husband not to shoot marshmallows at our friends
- throwing myself whole-heartedly into this event
- telling my favorite joke …. What’s brown and sticky? …. A stick
BTW, marching band parents DO have all the fun, just in case you were wondering, but, as my daughter pointed out, it brings new meaning to the Bash!
Hint: the correct answer involves at least two of the above activities.
Third prize … you buy me a beer next time you see me
Second prize … you never have to see the photo of my feet again
First prize … you can usurp either second or third prize
Winners will be required to post a photo of their feet. (Not really. Posting your feet online is just wack.)
It’s probably broken, but they won’t do anything for that even if they xray it and say it’s broken, so save yourself the time and money. Ask me how I know this…
Anyway– what shoes were you wearing? Methinks someone nailed you with their foot and you were too dru– um, too HAPPY to notice. That’s my theory!
Comment by Liz — February 23, 2009 @ 8:43 am |
Sounds like it was fun, and I commend you on taking one for the team. It’s that true team spirit…that willingness to sacrifice your body for the marching band parents! And I’m sure drinking was just a side note to the festivities….no direct connection to the injury….right? Not my responsible, role model of an aunt??
Comment by Suzanne B — February 23, 2009 @ 9:28 am |
Just because doctors can’t do much for a broken toe doesn’t mean you should ignore it. There is danger of infection, bone marrow leaking into the blood stream- fun stuff like that.
If nothing else, it’s a great excuse to get some vicodin.
Comment by William M. Brock — February 23, 2009 @ 1:14 pm |
ARGH!! CRINGE!!
I’m up for the challenge – if only to make the pain more worthwhile to you and get you more blog responses!
I believe you were:
- laughing in that long and loud way that you do, throwing your head back and gesturing wildly
- walking to your car in the snow and ice, wearing only swimsuit, shorts and sandals (Don’t judge. It WAS a beach party in February, for pete’s sake!)
Am guessing that you were still in a good mood while walking to the car, laughing, but in sandals on slippery snow/ice. Cause if you had injured your toe earlier in the event, it would not have been all that fun!
Comment by Mary F. — February 23, 2009 @ 3:59 pm |
Ha! Trick question!
There is no pinky toe, there is no bruise, this is all a very bad dream, you’re all avatars, and you owe ME a beer (were I to drink, I don’t, but we’re all avatars)….
Comment by F. P. — February 23, 2009 @ 7:02 pm |
You were double-dipping the guac, not noticing that you were near the strike zone in beach volleyball and you got hit. You didn’t notice because you were too dru- I mean HAPPY to notice.
Dad shooting marshmallows? Difficult to picture.
Comment by Jessie — February 23, 2009 @ 7:54 pm |
Oh my God, I don’t really care about winning the contest (yes, unusual for me) because I am too busy laughing at the STICK JOKE! That is sooooo awesome and I am totally stealing it as MY new favorite joke that my kids will hate.
So I guess I have purple pinky to thank for that.
Comment by Claudia — February 23, 2009 @ 9:41 pm |
Gosh, Claudia, if you liked that, here’s another one. What’s red and resembles a bucket? ……. a red bucket! Don’t break your toe laughing too hard.
None of you are quite right, though, so I cannot declare a winner. I’ll leave the voting open a while longer to garner more of your so-called ’sympathy.’
I’ve decided it’s probably not broken, but I still haven’t seen a medical professional. Except my son, that is, who has his EMT certification AND a copy of Grey’s Anatomy … the medical guide – not the tv show. It’s quite fascinating, really – the multi-hued bruise is migrating across the top of my foot, looking oddly like a kindergartner’s fingerpainting. But with toes.
Comment by beckycc — February 24, 2009 @ 11:26 am |
I’m curious as to how many people revisit posts to read comments that might have been posted after theirs. Plus, my feelings are bruised – but not as badly as my toe – that everyone isn’t clamoring to know the specifics of how I hurt myself! I mean REALLY! Where’s the love, folks?!
So, unless someone specifically writes a comment that asks …. I ain’t telling!
Comment by beckycc — March 1, 2009 @ 11:40 am
We all just thought you were starved for attention and had just applied a heavy dose of foundation and various shades of mascara to mask your inner pain. Your cry for help. A reason to blog. I’ve heard of “cutting,” but I guess your issue is “bruising.” But, now, hey–not entirely fair, given I had e-mailed to ask on the status of your toe and if it really was broken. But I see you are still yearning for more cries for attention! Note your “plea for sympathy,” above! Oh, Becky, you are SO transparent! As to a response for you return to read comments, I don’t typically do so (I noted a couple posted to my own blogs MONTHS later…). In fact I’m not even really doing so now–it’s just a coincidence I’m here. Replying to a comment on a previous posting.
Comment by F. P. — March 1, 2009 @ 11:57 am |
Well, first, FP … I’m QUITE offended that you thought my foot was my face and that my toe was my eye. Second, I’m a writer … I beg for attention every minute of every day. Duh. Just like you. And, third, it wasn’t a coincidence you just happened back on my blog today. I pulled you into my karmic universe using only a blue Bic pen, a band trip permission slip, and the extraordinary power of my mind. When I lock on, people are helplessly in my control. Now bring me cake.
Comment by beckycc — March 1, 2009 @ 3:44 pm |
You KNOW my story…I was too wrapped in the stick joke to care the details of the toe breakage. Sigh. Tell me Becky–what happened?
FYI, if I leave a comment, I subscribe to see what other people say! It’s cool.
Comment by Claudia — March 1, 2009 @ 3:05 pm |
Claudia … THAT’S what I was wondering! Very cool that you get the comments from anyone else. And since you asked so nicely, here’s the scoop on my toe, even though you’re just being polite.
No breakage, according to my chiropractor who bonked it with one of his torture devices and afterward told me if it had been broken, he’d be peeling me off the ceiling.
Here are the correct answers …
- drinking
- laughing in that long and loud way that I do, throwing my head back and gesturing wildly
- throwing myself whole-heartedly into this event
- pretending I was The Dancing Queen
All of which resulted in me doing that dance-walk thing (you know the one – where you want to keep dancing, but your partner doesn’t?) barefoot from the dance floor across the uneven sand where I proceeded to drive my toe into a chair.
Don’t you feel better, now that you know? FYI, it still hurts and the bruise is marching across the top of my foot toward the Little Piggie Who Went To Market.
Thanks for the outpouring of concern. I love you all with the white-hot intensity of ten thousand suns.
Comment by beckycc — March 1, 2009 @ 3:56 pm |
So….do I win something?
Comment by Claudia — March 1, 2009 @ 7:12 pm |
On Feb 23 at 9:41 pm, Claudia said, “I don’t really care about winning the contest.” Six short days later she thinks she wins something?! And I don’t even see where she made a guess!
So, yes. Yes, Claudia, you win. By your sheer audacity, you win. You can choose to buy me a beer or to never see photos of my feet again. Priceless spoils … all yours.
Comment by beckycc — March 2, 2009 @ 9:17 am |