PP and Dawn asked me to write about how clumsy i am. It's like i have two left feet and even though i have been walking for many many years, i seem to find myself sprawled out on the ground more times than not.
The most vivid memory for me is when i was about 18. A bunch of us got a hotel room in TO and drank all night long. We then went to a bar and drank some more. It was winter and very icy. I was in this cute little black PVC dress that i borrowed from Sly. On our way home from the bar this homeless man asked me for a cigarette. . I obliged and as i was walking away from him, i became light headed from digging through my purse and slipped on a patch of ice. I landed with my dress over my head and my ass hanging out for all to see. I went with 2 female friends and about 8 male friends. The men stood around me chanting "I see London I see France, I see Ashley's underpants." Dawn helped me up and helped me to salvage a small part of my dignity.
Another time when i was also around 18 and also wearing that same bloody PVC dress i had a spill. I was dancing on the speakers at the Kingdom and fell backwards into this pit where most people toss their beer bottles. Lucky for me there were no bottles yet, but i landed in this crumpled mess in the hole on some stairs. Strangers ran over to see if i was ok while my friends stood by doubled over from laughing so hard. I got up like a trooper, continued dancing and drinking until the wee hours. At work the next day i was sooooo sore i couldn't even cough and was convinced my ribs were broken. I went to the hospital and they told me to take some pain killers and go home...the doc didn't give me any pain killers booo :(
Last year i went to visit Jennifer and we went out dancing and drinking ( i see a pattern here LOL) at the Dance Cave. At the end of the evening we had to go downstairs to get out of the bar. On our way down the stairs, i must have missed one, and tumbled down about 10 stairs and landed flat on my face at the feet of the bouncer. I just remember Howard standing over me saying "oh my." At least i had pants on this time.
When i was about 19 i worked at a local amusementish type of park. Every payday the employees would go to this bar and spend our hard earned money. Well one day some genious decided it would be a great idea to go and break into the park for shits and giggles. So about 10 of us went along. As we were running down this long dark road to get into the park, i tripped and twisted my ankle. The adrenelene was pumping and i continued on. Inside the park we saw the owner driving around in his truck (rumours were if he saw someone in there he'd shoot first and ask later) so we're running, it's dark and apparently there is a big pile of dirt infront of me which i do not see. My foot lodges in it and i do a superman dive ontop of the pile of dirt. Needless to say we had to hide under this disgusting trailer with bugs everywhere to elude a car driving up the roadway and i wanted to die. At home i woke the whole house up, got some ice for my foot and went for x-rays the next day. Again, nothing was wrong with me.
There was another time with Dawn at Arizona's. I believe we had just finished peeing outside in a field or on the side of a road with her sister. We were walking back to the bar in a field and down i went. Funny thing is, a few seconds later she fell in the exact same spot. Must have been uneven ground, certainly not us LOL.
The strangest time i ever fell was in a bar called Oliver's Twist. I was literally standing at the bar with Dawn ordering a drink. When all of a sudden i'm down on the floor, just laying there. I didn't trip or stumble or anything. She had no idea how i got down there either.
The most embarassing time..oh wait, they all are, was in Cancun. I stumpled off a bus and did a running fall infront of a bus full of people. Scrapped up my legs pretty good and just prayed the bus driver would not run over me while i was trying to peel myself off the pavement.
Perhaps i should start wearing practical shoes to the bar, running shoes maybe?

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OHHH...*wiping the tears*...LOVE these stories, as I have heard them a number of times...but the ones, that are the BEST about you, are the ones that cant ever be posted....
I believe that people like you and PP should not go out of their respective houses. Geez man, you tripped at age 18 more than I have tripped my entire life. Why do I always miss these occurrences.
I often see women in very pretty clothes with their dates doubled over on the sidewalk puking their guts out at around 9pm. You think your blond date would be impressed?
Hey Ash, tip for you. Try wearing flat footwear.
that was supposed to say blind date not blond date.
PP you'll have to recant some stories to me on the plane.
Yrautca, flat shoes probably would not help me. I bang into walls and hurt myself all of the time. It's amazing i've never broken a bone...knock on wood!
I was in this cute little black PVC dress
something in my mind read that and thought i bet you didn't stay in it very long...and no i'm not implying anything pervy
ok so now I look silly as i am sitting at work reading this and reliving all of them in my mind and trying as hard as possible not to burst into laughter. It amazes me that out of all of those stories I only missed two of them, I got to witness the rest first hand. Ah the memories!
PX i assumed you were referring to something pervy LOL
Dawn, i remember the time you took a tumble at Oliver's Twist and did a superman onto that guy :)
Oh my, we all have these stories! I do love the amusement park one -- you naughty girl!
BTW -- What is a PVC dress? Is that plastic? That's what PVC means here. I think I'd like to see a photo of this dress since it seems like a good luck charm for you =)
If it makes you feel better...I've been running into various walls and doors all morning. (not quite the clumsy years you've had...but i'm working my way there.)
SS perhaps when i get back from vacation i'll post a part of the dress for you to see. It's like plastic, like patent leather only not leather.
Linny, a late clumsly bloomer, i love it!!
Awhh poor Miss Ash! Seems like every group of friends has one person who is accident prone! A friend of mine is like this...we would be walking along and I would look over and she would be gone! She had fallen several feet back and I hadn't noticed!
All your stories do say one thing: you are always up for a good time! Nothing wrong with that!
You should wear high tops and a helmet.
Ash i had the green tea farppuccino today. you are such a bad influence. it was really yummy but i think it was like a 1000 calories.
RawBean, i am always up for a good time!! I love to socialize.
BB i should give that a try. Perhaps men prefer hightops and helmets on women because they are certainly not falling over me in my cute heels and nice clothes.
Yrautca they are divine aren't they :)
Yay!! Melissa left a comment. She has some stumbly stories as well. My favorite was her last birthday when she was laying in the garden infront of the bar rolling around in the dirt. I have photos :)
Or when she ran in Darkzone when they told us not to run. We found out why, she stumbled backwards, tripped over herself and rolled down the ramp while trying to play lazer tag.
i wasn't being pervy, i was just implying that maybe you'd spilled out of the said dress...that was all
The problem is, in Ash's group of friends, she's not the only clumsy one. Maybe we all drink too much, maybe we're drawn to eachother, but there are a large number of excellent wipe-out stories from that gang.
Oh, and that PVC dress has gotten a whole lot of mileage, we should all chip in and have it framed or something that dress has so much history.
I rarely fall.
Although, I can think of one time, it was the last night of the old El Mo - which is a bar in T.O. that we used to go to almost every Saturday. So, since it's the last night, we're partying like it's 1999. I was pretty sauced and I went to step off of the stage behind the speakers where everyone would throw their coats.
I was, of course wearing high heels. When I stepped down my heel pitched sideways and I turned it about 90 degrees. It hurt so much, that I barely noticed, or bothered to be embarrassed about landing on a couple who were sitting back there making out.
Luckily, I lived within crawling distance of the bar.
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