So you may or may not have heard that a fell off/through a fire escape on Saturday night.  And yes, I recounted the story to people very nonchalantly, because I didn’t really want to make a big deal of it.  The thing is… it wasn’t just a ‘fall down the stairs and land on my butt’ kind of fall (the kind of NBD accident that would garner joking about it).  It was a pretty intense and scary fall, that after sitting at home recovering for three days, I can’t stop replaying in my head.

I went out on to the fire escape to go smoke a cigarette (as I have done numerous times and numerous parties).  I wasn’t even drunk, it was just really dark outside.  As I walked to the other side of the fire escape away from the window I didn’t see the ladder hole (to one of those climb up ladders, not the kind you walk down), and all of a sudden found myself falling mid air.  It was almost like Alice in Wonderland falling through the rabbit hole.  It was both really fast and really slow at which point the thoughts that were running through my head were “Oh my god did I walk off the edge” and “What am I going to land on”…  until about 10 feet later when I fell on my back to the impact of a bunch of wood on the apartment below’s fire escape.

Completely in shock I picked myself up, climbed back up to the party, and just freaked out over the fact that I dropped my phone.  When Mallory’s roommate went down to find it… he let me know that had there not been a ladder (i.e. the wood I fell on) blocking the apt below’s fire escape I would’ve kept falling all the way through however many stories up we were to the bottom of the alley.  And then came everyones reaction of “OMG YOU ALMOST DIED”… which I don’t like to think about.

Anyway, so I got pretty bruised up but I’m feeling a lot better now.  Yes, I joked about it for three days to ignore the fact that I narrowly escaped death (not to sound like Tai from Clueless).  But somehow I just feel like with some people’s witty responses or jokes to lighten the mood… nobody (except for maybe Mallory and Ben) gets what really happened.

I was lucky that something broke my fall after one story and that I only walked off with cuts and bruises and a hurt foot.  I mean it could have ended a tragic story about a ‘reckless party girl’.  I’m definitely not looking for sympathy, but if you make any kind of joke referring to the incident… excuse me if I don’t respond in the lighthearted manner that you expected.  Sorry if I decline any invitations to go out and party… I’m not really up for it.  And please… no stories about people who have actually fallen to their deaths.  It will freak me out.

K, thanks.