Bowling and Blood

Every Friday, a group of local ex-pats get together here for breakfast at Andales and then head out to go bowling at Collage by noon. Today we had a group of 16 people! We used four lanes, bowled three games each and then Lynnda gives out prizes for the highest score, lowest score, etc. There is always a lot of good natured ribbing going on and grudge matches from the week before. The bowling alley is air conditioned and the drinks are cold. Afterwards, we all head someplace for a late lunch, usually Munchies, but today we went back to Que?Pasa for pizza.

It was Tom's birthday and he wanted to hear a certain country and western singer (forgive me but I can't remember the name) so we started searching through Lynnda's huge CD collection at the bar looking for it. Apparently he had burned her a copy recently and was interested in hearing Track 9, something called "No Shirt, No Shoes, No Problem!". Anyway, we found the CD, the song started and Tom kept asking Dennis, the bartender, to turn it up. Then he decided there wasn't enough woofer so he jumped up on the bar and reached over towards the stereo. WHACK! The ceiling fan was on ...

Needless to say, there was blood EVERYWHERE but he didn't feel a thing. We got him down off the bar, into a chair, with a clean cloth and ice before he decided to call his wife at home in Conchas Chinas and tell her what he had done. Four minutes into this conversation, I told him to "Hang up the phone. We're going to the hospital!" Howie drove, I road shotgun. We went to CMQ and they took him right away. They were so fast, he was done before his wife Michelle could even get to the hospital. Ten stitches later, Tom has a permanent reminder of his "39th" birthday. Isn't that special?

Signed, Nurse Juliana xo