So in response to the photo I posted of my recent brawl with an inanimate object, my friend Daz replied: “Call me when you fall on your face. Now that’s a real black eye ;)….”
This sent me on down a path reminiscence of the beginning of our friendship – and left me in hysterics.
Daz was a HS friend of REM, friend of mine in college. He introduced us via email/IM after learning that we were both studying abroad at the lovely University of Nottingham the same semester.
Daz and I quickly became online friends and spent hours discussing the rumors we heard of the British and planning our month-long spring break backpacking trip around Europe. We hadn’t even met, and we were discussing overnight train sleeping arrangements.
It was maybe a week before we left when Daz IMed me to, from what I can remember, give me a ‘heads up.’ We were going to meet for the first time at the airport in a week or so’s time. She informed me that she’d be easily recognizable because she recently… yeah, you’ll love this… fell on her face.
She offered to send me a photo and show me the damage. Now remember, as these were the days before Facebook – yes boys and girls, it’s not a myth, there was a time before Facebook stalking even existed – I had no idea what Miss Daz looked like.
So there in my AIM box, popped up a thumbnail image of an adorable girl with curly reddish brown hair, a cheeky smile…
…and a massive DARK PURPLE bruise covering about 25% of her lil’ face spanning out from around a half-closed eye.
By the time I met her in person, it had dulled and looked like nothing more than if she had gotten punched in the face – by a fist, not a curb.
And this was my first sight of Dazzy. I remember showing my mom the photo and saying, “Hey, this is who I’m traveling Europe with.” To which she replied with a huge gasp, “Good Luck.”
It’s actually a funny story – Daz’s fight with cement – but that’s for her to share. For now I will agree with her implication… my bruise is not “a real black eye.”
But it hurts none the less…. 😦