So yesterday was the fourth of July. I neglected to make plans(some-part in hopes that a dude would pop up in my life, but eh). So the only other person who didn’t have plans already was Lee.

I was cool with that, he’s a pretty cool dude and we’re buds. We wanted to light some stuff on fire. Sounds all good right? Well it didn’t work out that way.

We left my house on our bicycles to ride down to the fireworks at auditorium shores. We had a backpack full of beer and a blanket. It was super hot out so I decided to wear a skirt b/c the only shorts I own were wet from after my earlier swim workout.

Every thing’s fine, we’re just riding along then when we get to the bridge at I35, my front fork gets caught on Lee’s back Axel. (on his quick release) So I went down hard, over the bars, hit my tooth on the curb, and f-ed up my left wrist.

Now I am a pirate with half a right front tooth. And I hear it’ll be about 300 to get it fixed. Yuck. I’ll live, it just feels weird in my mouth (till I get it fixed.)