matty
01-29-2008, 08:11 PM
For those of you who remember her, Xtina is in need of your prayers.
For those of you who need some memory jogging, certain members of the Board rescued Xtina from certain doom when they found her sitting on a curb somewhere in Columbia, unwanted.
This weekend, after a brief drunkfest on the town, some of us reconvened at my apartment for some after-bar tomfoolery. Jason Inc, known lately for being something of a drunk disaster, picked up Xtina and smashed her against the side of my coffee table, which put a nice dime-sized puncture hole right in her. Gross water everywhere. DISASTER. EXTREME PARTY FOUL.
So we patched her up with some packing tape, and she's functional for now, except for a faint whistling sound coming from her wound.
Jason Inc is coming over tonight to apply some surgery, as we have all the pieces, but the outlook is grim. Despite the packing tape, she is leaking water from somewhere else, and I suspect there is a hairline fracture. Xtina's days are numbered, I fear. Soon, I may have to put her back out on the streets from whence she came, to disappear into memory like the smoky clouds she and I so often emitted together...
For those of you who need some memory jogging, certain members of the Board rescued Xtina from certain doom when they found her sitting on a curb somewhere in Columbia, unwanted.
This weekend, after a brief drunkfest on the town, some of us reconvened at my apartment for some after-bar tomfoolery. Jason Inc, known lately for being something of a drunk disaster, picked up Xtina and smashed her against the side of my coffee table, which put a nice dime-sized puncture hole right in her. Gross water everywhere. DISASTER. EXTREME PARTY FOUL.
So we patched her up with some packing tape, and she's functional for now, except for a faint whistling sound coming from her wound.
Jason Inc is coming over tonight to apply some surgery, as we have all the pieces, but the outlook is grim. Despite the packing tape, she is leaking water from somewhere else, and I suspect there is a hairline fracture. Xtina's days are numbered, I fear. Soon, I may have to put her back out on the streets from whence she came, to disappear into memory like the smoky clouds she and I so often emitted together...