Who messed with the gravity?

The culminating thrill of my 5-day paycheck-less furlough was dinner at a local casino with a longtime friend Friday evening.

The food was great, and we didn't grouse about our bosses' bosses incompetence, too much.

However, Earth's gravity-maker must have burped around 6:30 p.m. ... or, I tripped over my own two feet where carpet turns to tile, resulting in a knee plant, smashing my right shoulder and face into the back of an occupied chair at the bar.

Thereby proving that I can no longer walk, talk, play with a toy and safely transition between floor coverings.

I don't even know if the guy I flopped into was hurt, but the bartender was more concerned about me, so I guess he was OK. I didn't make eye contact, that's for sure.

I managed to walk away without limping or staggering. Didn't even break my glasses.

Royally embarrassed, however.

Friday night, my right knee swelled and hurt, and my arm and shoulder, while having full mobility, ached. On went the ice packs.

The arm's still sore today, and the knee's got a beaut of a bruise and reduced swelling.

Question is: Shall I ever enter the Nugget again?

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UPDATE on previous entry: Fox Broadcasting's public-service campaign was actually around Earth Day, not global warming. Ah, Earth Day, 24 hours of playing nice, followed by a year of toxic dumping.

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