It was a pleasant evening… The rain had stopped and had cooled everything down to a comfortable temperature. Tim and I decided to walk down to one of our local spots, Limon, for a nice dinner. We’d been to this restaurant on a number of occasions, but usually only for drinks and dessert. We arrived around 7 and they led us to a cozy and romantic corner.
We dined on Yucca chips, Limena Potato Cakes, Curried Chicken Kebabs, and Tuna with Amarillo Tacu-Tacu. It was wonderful. Afterwards we migrated to the bar to chat with our favorite bartender. I had my usual Tortuga (Cucumber infused gin is AMAZING) and Tim had his usual bourbon. We chatted about all manner of drinks and all the wherefores and how-to’s… We left after I had an unfortunate run-in with a marauding olive in my gin martini. (Those things taste like feet!)
We walked home in the moonlight discussing the lovely dinner that, in spite of the unfortunate olive, would be high on our lists of delicious meals we’ve had in our lives. I, in all my infinite grace, tripped over a gap in the antique sidewalk. It didn’t just smart, it felt as though the sidewalk had taken a bite out of my large toe. We also happened to be crossing front of restaurant row and I didn’t want to make a scene so I just kept walking. Tim was very concerned especially when he could the blood trailing out of my shoe.
I’m not gonna lie to you… it was bad. VERY gross in fact. And I cried… Like a big baby. I’m not sure if it was the gin, or my sandals, or the fact that the sidewalk has gaps the size of the Grand Canyon, but it all made for a traumatic evening. We took great pains to clean it out, and bandage it properly. Tim was a terrific surgeon, he didn’t threaten to amputate, even though I was sure that was the only answer. Once the toe was bandaged, it bore a striking resemblance to a little Ewok. The photos are horrifying, only click here if you dare…
