it was a bar, you perv.

Rusty bolts 2

I was going to post about my least favorite scar (which is a result of a twenty-year-old botched surgery)

But instead:
Shortly after my 21st birthday, boyfriend-at-the-time decided that we should go out for drinks.
At the time, there was this bar called "The Bedroom". No, really. They had these metal bed frames about as seating/decoration.
Seeing as I was such a good girl, never really having drank until I was 21 (oh sure, the occasional beer here and there) I was still trying to find my niche.
Several, several, several drinks later, I'm seeing double and on my stumble back from the bathroom, I collided with one of the bed frames.
There was a nut/bolt protruding from a frame and it scraped across my bicep.
So there I am, drunk and bleeding.

I should have gotten a band-aid or something, but I was given a cocktail napkin and a free drink.