scene of the crime

Last night I was on a hot date - riding bikes to the greatest wine bar to enjoy wine (duh) and live music.  The weather was great - warm for a January night and I was enjoying the ride through the neighborhood.  Along the way we came to an intersection and there was some confusion between us and the car coming.  Needless to say I ended up on the ground, luckily not because of the car; but unfortunately because of the other bike.  I got taken out!  I picked myself up quickly to get out of the intersection and evaluate my situation.  I collected my purse that I yard-saled and gave myself a once over.  My left breast was black from skidding across the asphalt, my right palm was missing a couple layers of skin, and my left arm was unmovable.  My legs were trembling partly from shock and partly from embarrassment.  What started as a couple of bikers and a car at a quiet neighborhood stop sign turned into a shenanigans of four cars and eight bikers all asking if I was alright.  Where did everyone come from and why was now the opportune time?  I quickly answered everyone and within seconds it was once again empty.  Once I realized I still had most of my wits about me, I started giggling.  The whole scenario was hilarious to me.  I saw the erupted wine and remaining red cup in the middle of the street and felt I needed to document the incident - as seen above.  

Photo snapped, we proceeded to the wine bar, me one-handed, and had a fantastic time.  This morning went for the X-rays and conclusion: fractured elbow.  Good thing I've got two.  The weirdest thing about it is having this limp dangly appendage just hanging out, as it's not useful in any sense.  It kind of makes me think of an enlarged skin tag just there not really doing anything, but very noticeable and painful.  I feel like I went to battle and I lost my arm by land mine.  Thank goodness this is not the case and I will be up and running, er, punching in no time.  P.S.  Typing with one hand is a lot harder than you think. It took me about five times longer than normal to write this and a million spelling errors to correct.  Going over to a friends house tonight after I pop a couple vicodin.  Maybe I'll skateboard since it's a little difficult to ride a bike right now.