NEWPORT FEBRUARY 2005
I have given up alcohol for Lent. This is really going to be a big sacrifice because I love coconut rum.
Last week Poo-Poo ( he has asked me to no longer refer to him as Zorro, so now it is Poo-Poo, a story I may tell later) and I go out on the town in Newport. The attraction was Big Joe Duskin, a mainstay on the Cincinnati Blues circuit. A huge celebration for his 84th birthday was taking place at the Big Blue Fish, a restaurant on the Levee. He was the main act too!
The bar was packed ( I was late) yet we managed to find a spare chair in the back of the room, behind a row of tropical plants. I was only able to see the stage by kneeling on the chair. He was terrific. Still can rock the house! We stayed for only one set then decided to go to the Southgate House to see if Straw Boss was playing. Straw Boss is the Rockabilly band we had so much fun listening to New years Eve.
We had to cross the street. Six lanes of traffic. Frantic traffic heading towards the Ohio River one direction or the Newport Levee in the other direction . We look up towards the traffic light, which is about 20 yards away. The light is red. The cars are stopped. Engines are revving. Inching forward like predatory animals.
"We can make it " Poo-Poo yells as he begins to dart across the street.
I glance at the traffic to gage whether I should risk it when I misjudge the curb and step off into empty space. I drop like a sack of potatoes. Flop to my knees! The pavement is racing towards my face. My reflexes are swift and I was able to get my hands out in front before slamming face first into oblivion.
I was aware that I was sprawled on the ground in front of a quickly approaching wall of impatient NASCAR wannabees! Poo-Poo helped haul me to my feet. He was cognizant of the fact that one moment I was there and the next I had disappeared!. "Walk it off! Walk it off!" he instructs me as if I am a football player and helps me regain my balance.
I am really stunned and in semi-shock. I could only think I WAS ABSOLUTELY SOBER! This is too dangerous for me, an Irish colleen! I need alcohol in my system or the earth is rotating off its axis!
I'm certain those in traffic, sitting in the bus stop, and walking on the sidewalk, everyone who witnessed the spectacle thought I was intoxicated. A drunk falling in the street. How crazy is that!
Poo-Poo and I have laughed and laughed about it since. It was pretty funny.
My right wrist is slightly sprained ....jeez. But, two weeks into Lent and I still am holding strong.
Thursday, February 24, 2005
NOT DRNKING CAN BE HAZARDOUS TO YOUR HEALTH
NEWPORT FEBRUARY 2005