Four salad bowls full of lettuce knocked over and spilled.
Three times car(s) almost ran me over.
Two wine glasses broken (one at Jessica's apartment - while trying to um, clean up. One while walking out of a bar where I didn't even drink).
One incident of a car backing up on me.
(Other incidence of clumsiness and total obliviousness this weekend include: metal rod stuck between my foot and sandal causing me to fall in the middle of an intersection ruining my favorite pants with tar all over them. Banging my head on the tile wall while taking a quick shower - not once but twice.)
Just another reminder of how smooth, calm, and collected I am. I am left wondering how is it that I'm still alive with only minor bruising? I think next time I'm NYC I'm bringing a helmet. Oy!
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