The remaining part of the weekend after celebrating the 4th was spent being a total veg; tanning (
subjectively), yoga-ing, vino-ing,
cinépolis-ing, and other various -ings you can probably paint a pretty picture with.
On Saturday night however, I was so apparently vegged out that I ended up giving myself
a minor accidental black eye. Oops. Story time.
My girlfriend and I had gone to one of our favorite sushi places in Del Mar,
Eda-Mami, and after ordering our usual sashimi plates (
Eda-Mami seriously has the best sashimi assortments, FIY, for all of you carb-free-except-when-nobody-is-looking seekers) and beverages (
wine glasses as big as fish bowls), we headed over to Cinépolis to watch
Tammy - really dumb movie btw, just because Melissa McCarthy is in it does not mean that it's going to be hilarious, note to self.
What was hilarious though, after the fact of course, was giving myself a minor accidental black eye.
My girlfriend and I got all cozy cuddling in our seats, drinks were on their way, and during the previews I decided that I can't wait any longer to pull out the 87% dark chocolate cacao bar(
s) I had stashed in my Muse. I reach over to grab my bag, which, if you're not familiar of the size of the
YSL Large Muse Handbag, is a whopping 16"x12" beast of a bag, weighted down by buffalo leather and gold hardware (
not to mention my personal baggage, I mean, belongings).
Carrying around this
aggressive beast is a better arm work out than my boxing sessions.
Anyway, I reach over, and end up gonking myself in the eye with the bottom corner of my bag...and the lovely gold studs protecting the leather from predators. I blame this entire situation on 99% of a lighting issue, and 1% on the bottle of wine we drank at dinner.
I toughed it out like a champ and only blurted out a couple profanities.
It wasn't until I came home that I faced, quite literally, a
giant shiner that shined like my lip gloss.
Winner.
Moral of the story, should you find yourself in a minor accidental situation like this, here's how to fix the problem before anyone else has to know how much of a lush you are or begin to compare you to Rihanna circa Chris Brown 2008.
Check it...
1. Ice baby, ice.
2. Keep elevated.