Slip Sliding Away

I know, I know -- I've been a horribly delinquent blogger. But now I'm back!

I've been very busy of late. I went on a business trip to New York City, where I got to stay in a fancy hotel in Times Square and order room service on my company's dime. I also got hit (okay, grazed, but "hit" sounds cooler and more dramatic) by a bike messenger... how New Yorky! I applied and interviewed for a new job (basically the same thing I do now, just at a different place). I went to DC's gimongous Pride festival (Gay Pride, that is) and actually exposed my almost transparently pale skin to some sunlight. And I moved!

Yes, I have indeed relocated within DC to a house that I shall henceforth share with my lovely girlfriend and another hot chick with whom I don't make out (any more). The house is adorable, even though it's itty bitty and has no closets (that's what IKEA is for, people!). Louie (my cat) has settled right in, and he seems to really like the place. There are plenty of windows through which to watch delicious birds and squirrels, and he's got his people all to himself (sometimes he can even trick each of us into thinking that the others have not fed him)!

I'm beginning to grow accustomed to the constant barrage of sound (sirens, buses, reaggaeton, etc) that wafts in through my windows, and I'm even getting used to locking the big barred grate thingies that go over our front and back doors, but something MUST be done about the shower. That fucker is SLIPPERY. I don't know what sort of material comprises that tub, but it's giving the Teflon folks a run for their money. We need to invest in a bath mat or some of those little grippy, sticky things, STAT!

So here's what happened....

Mo and I were minding our own business, peacefully taking our Saturday morning shower together, like we always do, when all of a sudden: WHOOSH! I slipped. As I slid down the slope toward the drain, I managed to slide-tackle Mo, taking out her legs and sending her plummeting ass first over the edge of the tub. The next thing I knew, I was staring dumbfounded at Mo, who was lying on her back, legs in the air, shower curtain (including the curtain rod) draped over her head, convulsing with laughter. This image shall forever be seared into my memory.

We both, amazingly, emerged mostly unscathed from the ordeal (Mo has a little cut on her hand and a bruise on her calf, and I ended up twisting my wrist a little bit when I tried to catch myself). What I wouldn't give for a video of the whole thing...