But before this retail therapy could begin, I spent Friday night assisting dorei with her all-girls play party in Philadelphia. The night went smoothly and only on a couple of occasions did I have to roust a few overzealous males trying to gain entrance. The tragedy of the evening was when V and I were helping Satyr dismantle the bondage frame. In a prescient flash, I saw the accident coming, but could not avoid it. As Satyr was removing the 2"x8" top cross-member from the frame legs, which V and I were holding, his grip slipped on the cross-member and it began to tumble. I think it first hit him in the head, but then changed its course and proceeded to veer into my upper lip, further bouncing off and taking a pass at my chin. In my attempt to keep a hold on the frame leg, I lost my balance and proceeded to drop to the floor like a proverbial opened sack of potatoes, spilling out in a tuberous arc. At impact, I felt the skin of my lip rend. It's an odd sensation, feeling parts of your body unknit. I gripped my mouth and chin as someone ran off to get an ice pack. I nervously felt out my front teeth, now numb, with my tongue. As I held the ice pack to my face, I tasted a bit of iron. I did not think to look at my shirt, because at that point I was certain my injuries were such that I would require numerous stitches, so obviously I would be drenched in blood. However, when I inspected the paper towel surrounding the ice, there were only a few small blood drops. I had gotten off with a minor split lip and a bumped chin.
However, even though the injuries were minor, this did not preclude my upper lip from swelling to Joyce Wildensteinian proportions. By Saturday early morning, my intact-lower lip lollygagged in the generous shade that my duck-billed upper lip now provided. And not just the upper lip, but also the entire area under the nose. Never have I felt more disfigured and Satyr was quite despondent over it all. I left a voicemail for Kali to warn her that I was not the most pleasant visage to be in the company of, but since nothing seriously ached, I was still on my way. When I met her at her hotel room, she exclaimed "Oh that's not so bad! From the way you made it sound, I thought half your face was going to be black and blue!" Over the course of Saturday, 90% of the swelling retreated and I'm currently left with a crusty upper lip and a chin that's a bit blueish on one side.
The moral of this story? "Let the frame fall where it may."