Knobby knees and pools of vomit

As silly and nasty as the title may seem, it is most accurate.

Before I get to that, I'll go over yesterday a bit.

It began with three of Taryn's friends coming over to spend the night.

We went to the 3:10PM showing of Dark Knight (THAT MAKES THREE TIMES!) and then got some food.

Then we threw on our 3-D glasses and watched the premiere of Hannah Montana's Best of Both Worlds concert. (you may or may not remember that I saw this in theatres in Feb... blah blah blah)

I was irritated, so I decided that the best way to get that out would go stand in the fiction aisle of the book store (like I find myself doing more than often). That turned into a hide and go seek game with the girls and then, noticing that we were pissing off some customers, we relocated to Walmart.

It was brilliant. We split into teams and used our cell phones and had lookout sessions and everything. THEN, after a pee/cool off break, me and 2 girls broke off to hide and as we cut through the hat/jewelery/pool supplies section, I went down on my left knee. At first, I thought that I had slipped on some water or just lost my balance... ... ... that is until the smell got to me. As I blinked out tears and got to my feet, the girls had noticed what I was seconds away from realizing.

I had slipped in vomit. Someone's left behind vomit. In Walmart.

It was on my right sandal and the bottom of my pant leg, and the smell is one that burns the throat by just thinking about it.

We managed to find an employee who couldn't really have cared less if I was alright, so we headed to the bathroom where I put my right leg in the sink and smothered the bottom of my jeans in soap.

After I felt somewhat cleaner, I went into a stall where I stood, pants down, staring at my bruised, pointy, swollen, numb knee cap.

Check it:

Sharon met up with us in the bathroom, where we planned to meet up at my house and swim. And now you're (more or less) brought up to speed.

And my knee fucking hurts.