Wed night, I went to go see a lesbian play in SF. Not a biggie. Then afterwards S2 (just a friend) & I went over to the Lex. The Lex is the dyke bar. It's the only full time dyke bar in SF. I say dyke, cuz it's not usually your normal  suburban lesbians- it's the more punk, tattooed and pierced, unwashed, dreads, etc. The type that I don't exactly fit in with, cuz I don't have a chain on my wallet or a studded belt. (Any of which, feel free to get me for my bday, haha)

Anyways back to the story. So Wed night, I'm walking into this bar, still wearing my work clothes, which aren't all that casual. Even in my jeans, I wouldn't have matched; so I definitely ain't in my blue striped button-up shirt, dark slacks, and worst of all slip-on dress shoes (not heels or loafers.) I'm walking in, talking on my cell, of course. I'm talking to M1, trying to see if we'll be there long enough for her to join us.

S2 is right in front of me. Just as I get to the door, I totally trip. BIG TRIP. Almost-fall-on-my-face-ri ght-in-front-of-all-these -dykes-trip. I forgot abt the damn step up into the bar. I totally kicked it and stubbed my toe on the concrete. It made this loud noise as I smacked my foot down hard to catch myself from following. S2 didn't notice. I was hoping no one else really did either. But then I had to explain to M1, why I couldn't finish my sentence; why I was kinda laughing. So maybe if they didn't see me do it, they all heard me admit that like a big dork, I almost fell right on my ass, or worse face.