This last weekend was a lot of fun. My friend Jill’s birthday celebration was on Saturday and I had an absolute blast. This being said, a whole lot of weird occurred throughout the night and I just cannot help but ask: “Is it just me? Or does this not seem normal?” My mom always used to tease me that if I didn't have bad luck, I'd have no luck at all. I'm beginning to think she may have been right...
The night started off really kind of frustrating. As I was getting ready to go out for the night and putting on my mascara I accidentally blinked and got a huge chunk of the stuff in my eyeball. I tried to get it out but it just spread around and encapsulated the bottom half of my eye. I had to run my head under cold water for a couple of minutes for it to stop burning and when I was done the bottom half of the white part of my left eye was beet red. Could have been worse, but not the best way to start the night off.
I redid my makeup and headed out the door. There was traffic from the husky game getting down to Kell’s, we were supposed to meet at 7 and instead, due to lack of parking at Pike Place on a Saturday night, I arrived closer to 7:30. As per my usual habit, I drove down in my flat shoes and was prepared to change into my boots when I got there. So I hop in my back seat where my boots were so that I could put them on and then head in to the party. I finished zipping up my boots and pulled on the handle to open the door. It won’t open. I try jiggling the handle a few times when I realize that somehow I must have turned on the child locks. I don’t even know how to do that! Now, this wouldn’t have been too big of a deal except my daughter’s carseat was also in the back and sort of blocking my way to get up front. I had to climb over and halfway into her carseat and over the top of the back seat to get to the front and climb out, all with my boots on. I finally crawl out of the car and see two people walking up. “Please don’t have let them see me do that!” I thought to myself. Just then one of the people says “Kasey?!” Ah, crap. They saw me. It was Tami and Jeremy walking toward the pub. Embarassing. I hurriedly try to fix myself, pull up my pants which were falling down due to my impromptu climb, and adjust my shirt. We get a good laugh at my “self lock-in”, and head toward the bar.
Walking toward Kell’s we really had no idea where we were going, but we knew the address ended in "16" So we cut through a building that had the same address. In the courtyard behind the building there was a huge set of stairs running up to the back of the bar. I didn’t anticipate such a climb and I was thinking to myself at this point I just should have stayed in my flats. When we got to the top of the stairs, there was a gate. On this gate, there was a lock. A homeless man who heard us coming informs us “Can’t come up this way, they keep this gate locked now. Sorry about that.” Damnit! Can’t a girl catch a break? Rather than try to go back down the huge wet steps in our heels and go around the block to come back, we opted to try to hop the fence. So Jeremy goes up and over the fence and Tami and I climb over it one by one, with him helping us down the other side. Rocky start to my night to say the least. Finally we arrived to the party and were greeted by our friends. We chatted a bit, watched the husky game, and celebrated by having a few birthday shots with “Lady J”. The night was going great. We decided to draw mustaches on our fingers in support of “Movember” and took pictures posing. It was a lot of fun. We decided to move to a place called The Whiskey Bar, and at this point a few more people showed up. In this group there was a bunch of people I had never met. One of them was a fireman, and apparently he is into karate. But that comes into play later.
After a few minutes in the bar, I went outside for a smoke. I found a guy that I was able to bum a smoke off of and was standing in front of the bar enjoying my cigarette. (I had quit smoking a few months ago aside from the occasional bummed cigarette, especially when I’m drinking!). I had almost finished it when one of the new group members came over to me and asked if he could have a cigarette. (I don't know his name so we'll just call him Bob.) “Sorry," I said to Bob, "I don’t have any on me, I had to ask someone for this one. But you can have the rest if you want? It’s almost done but there are a couple of drags left” I said and offered up the remainder of my cigarette to him. He smiled and thanked me and reached out to grab it from me. Just then, out of nowhere and fast as lightning, the fireman karate chop kicks the cigarette out of my hand and it flys toward my chest, just as he does this he exclaims “Those cause forest fires!” I frantically started beating my hair and chest trying to make sure that I didn't catch on fire or get burned. When I saw the cigarette fall down to the ground, I stood there stunned. “What the HELL just happened!?” Bob ran over to him and tried to calm him down “Dude, dude calm down, it’s okay. You should probably go home, I think you’ve had enough to drink!” He said and ushered the ninja fire assassin away from me. Fuming, I just couldn’t do anything but sit there. After taking a few moments to recover, I went over to my group of friends, pointed to the fireman and say “He just KICKED me, like a friggin ninja! WTF!” The fireman looks over to me and says “Don’t be dramatic” then over to Bob he whispers very audibly “I don’t like her.” Haha, obviously, this was not my night. My friends started to peel out of the bar and we decided to call it an evening. We quickly hailed a cab and took off toward the Northgate/Shoreline area where we all three live. I should have known from the start that it was going to be a rocky night! Maybe I should have just left myself locked in my car. But then, I wouldn’t have ever gotten to be karate chop kicked by a fireman. And how many people can say that?!
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