That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. But should any UNKIND PERSONS attempt to convince you that I ACTUALLY received this 2.4-inch gash above my left eye when Portland hit me in the face with a sidewalk, then you should utterly disregard such tales, for they are spread by UNRELIABLE INDIVIDUALS of INCONSTANT CHARACTER.
Anyway. A trip to an emergency doc followed, and then some surgical glue and stays, and finally we’re back home (we missed our first train due to this little adventure). Will process and post pictures later, and will likewise follow up such photos with a convention report; but for now, I’m just really wiped out, I have a terrible headache, my hands hurt, and I’m mourning the loss of my favorite glasses — which shattered on impact.* With the pirate’s knife, I mean. You know.
More later, folks. For now I need a stiff drink and an hour or two decompressing in front of the TV. Also, I need to go finish washing all the blood out of my new Sisters of Mercy tee shirt, despite the fact that it makes me ALL THE MORE HARDCORE to be thusly stained; because a girl has to have her priorities, that’s why.
* Thank God I hadn’t picked up my new glasses from the eye doc yet. The new specs came in on Friday, but I was already at the train station when I got the call, and I didn’t have time to retrieve them before leaving town.