I’m in Las Vegas. That means every minute of every day while I’m here is supposed to be epic, right?
Well, this morning I had a seriously EPIC fail, so I’m living up to the epic Las Vegas standard for sure.
I was taking a shower in my hotel room.
Alone. Get your mind out of the gutter.
Haha. I am the only one in this hotel room. There isn’t supposed to be anyone else in this hotel room. Especially while I’m showering off the epic residue of last night’s dancing.
Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw it. Someone was opening the sliding shower door. Probably to murder me.
I yelped in shock, squealed like a little girl, and jumped backwards.
Just as I did, I realized that what I really saw was a wet strand of my own hair in my peripheral vision that had moved as I turned my head. But it was too late.
I was already slipping and falling and flailing and trying to find something, anything, to grab onto. I landed hard with my shoulder against the back of the shower and my tailbone on the back edge of the tub. Pain is not a sufficient enough word to describe it. I’m pretty sure I sprained every muscle in my body trying not to fall and shattered half the bones in it when I did.
I laid there in the tub, hot water hitting me from above, for probably five minutes writhing in pain. I’m just glad it wasn’t worse. No hotel maid wants to walk in on that.
Now, I’m off to finish my epic trip. Back to real life tomorrow.
Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing