September 23, 2006
We just got home from a friend's birthday party. There was a great old man there who was an artist and architect so we start talking and Boy starts to show him my portfolio on his new Q (his baby).
So we're all huddled around the Q when my eye starts burning - a painful agonizing burning that has me clutching my eye like Matt Murdoch before he went blind - and I look around and realize the nice old man is drinking a strong margarita. As old men do, he spittles a bit when he talks, and it would seem (cue CSI re-enactment) that he spittled. In my eye. With his toxic tequila spittle.
WTF are the odds? I had to covertly run to the bathroom to flush out my eye just like I was taught in 7th grade science class. Never that I'd have to use that piece of knowledge...