girls, parked cars and sidewalks may be what I'd like to consider my enemy, but we all know it's the booze

Last night I had my first 'accident'... going down Flatbranch park trail I took a sudden turn thinking I was coming up onto Stewart but realized, as I saw blurry lights from cars and the water fountain, that this was one turn too early. Already at too fast of a speed and 7 drinks down, I was unable to halt or turn my bike the other way or what ever my dumbass drunk self thought would be wise. Instead my bike skidded out from under me, my left knee scrapped against the smooth concrete, then my shoulder and finally my head bounced twice, leaving me motionless for a half a second as my brain took in all that had just happened. (mind you, I don't ride at night let alone drunk without a helmet (and flashy lights!), actually a white skateboarding helmet that Nick gave me, it is very cute, and has proven itself more than worthy!) Realizing that those car light I saw might have just witnessed my demise I hurried up on my feet, a little more sober, got my bike and rode off, a little more slower. I made it home fine, however I should have walked that bike home...
So I refitted a 1950's full circle style skirt into a dress, gave it straps and belted it at the waist. I felt self conscious about wearing it because I always do about items I've made or altered. Justine thought it was cute, which is a good thing since she is miss classy, but when riding my bike from Boone (where Justine works) to the Fugue (where Miranda was spending her last night in town before moving to New Orleans) I was shouted at from a passing car. I pride myself in having the ability to sew and wear dresses while on a bike, but that pride slipped, when going through a light a female shouted "That dress is ugly!".... I am pretty sure she was talking to me but I didn't turn her way to give her the satisfaction, so it could have been someone else.... WHAT THE FUCK! Why is it that females bash on other females!?! It really makes me sad... come on! I admit that it has taken me plenty of time to realize that not every girl is my enemy and having girlfriends has been a life savor! If you don't like my dress, how about next time you get out of you gas guzzler and you say it to my face! OH, or is it that if you said it to my face you'd look like a fool?! Not because I would feel compelled to alter your face but because mean people look like fools! *sigh* However, when getting on my bike before my 'accident' a young man getting on his motorcycle said
"hey, girl, I like your dress"
me- "thanks" feeling the pride swell with in me I then put on my helmet
"OH, and that helmet is awesome!"
Whether he wanted me or was being nice doesn't matter, I felt vindicated. Even if the dress isn't fashionable I am wearing it again!

So, side not: My birthday rocked, despite the few snags... I love my family, because they reveal to me, me.... and I love my friends, although sometimes they say stupid shit... and Kristan rocks, because she hanged with me, like all day! (and never once did she say something stupid). Also, I can't be happier to see my sister happy!