Fun Saturday Night Out

Saturday night was really fun even with my broken toe:

On Friday My Sweetie worked on that patch of ground to get it ready for the new sod while I did a much needed cleaning on the garage. We have a long table in there that was completely covered about two feet high with stuff. It was ridiculous. There were even two boxes from Mom's house from last year. Carole and her husband stopped by to check on the sod work and just after they left, I headed back into the house from the garage. The house sits higher than the garage floor by 8 inches and my brain knows this. We've lived here almost eight years and I keep my beer in the garage so I go out there all the time. For some reason on Friday, even though my brain knows about that 8 inches, my right leg somehow forgot and SMACK!! And that poor toe, it always catches hell, it's the longest toe on my longest foot so if contact is made, it is always that toe. You can even see in the pictures a healing slice just to the left of the nail from an injury a couple of weeks ago:

Anyway, I kept working in the garage and just hobbled a bit, but hours later after I took my shower, I could really feel it throbbing, so I just taped it to the next toe. Saturday morning when I got up, I tried on every single pair of black shoes I owned just to see what I would be able to wear and finally found a pair of shoes I bought when my grandmother died but decided they didn't really go with the dress I had bought for the funeral, so I had never worn them. Maybe I was subconsciously planning for years later when I would injure my toe.

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We went to 8.0 for an early dinner and drinks and as we were leaving, there was a man in the entry with a cockatoo. I asked if we could take a picture with it. I thought I was just going to stand next to the man but without warning he put that bird on my shoulder so this is how I photograph when I am having a mild heart attack:

Just for comparison, here is how I look without someone scaring the bejeezus out of me by putting a giant scary bird on my body:

After that we walked over to Bass Performance Hall and saw Bob Newhart. I had imagined his show would be somewhat like Carol Burnett's show but it was nothing like it. He didn't really talk too much about his old TV shows, he actually did mostly stand-up comedy and it was even a bit edgy, which was a fun surprise. And I had "My Movie Moment." In every movie that I see, there is always one thing that makes me burst out with a loud guffaw all by myself. And it happened there. It was strange hearing my lone loud laugh echoing all over Bass Hall, but I'm pretty used to it by now.

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After we left there we walked across the street to City Lights. My toe was feeling okay and I very "smartly" said, "Hey, I'm a trained dancer. I can dance flat footed." So we danced and danced and had lots of fun. On Sunday when I woke up, my toe felt okay, but my right calf was completely shot. From dancing flat-footed.

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So I am still limping around, not because of my toe, but because of my calf. But I had a great night and would do it all over again in an instant.