The party was a great success, held across the street at my parents' neighbor's house (thus the clever ruse - we pretended it was a party for the neighbor's father. Mike even brought a present for him - moahahaha). Much good food was eaten, and unfortunately for me, much good booze was consumed. Apparently booze, flipflops, and my mom's staircase do not mix - I took a good tumble and broke my pointer toe, thus spending the last 2 days like this:
Don't you just love how the black and white photo adequately captures the beauty of my bound up, broke-assed toe? Luckily my not-as-drunk sister was able to apply ice and arnica immediately and keep me from totally having a frankenfoot, but the way my toe would just... I dunno... FLOP over into a 45 degree angle, unable to be pulled back to normal without help was a bit unnerving.
So be nice, and don't step on my toe if you see me, k?