Yep, that’s me and my post-slippage shot that made the highlight of the day aside from my remarkable "Hole in 1" (which there’s no picture of). I still don’t believe how I foolishly busted my ass on the bank of the miniature river.

I went to fetch Jem’s pink ball that strayed off course and slipped (evidently from the picture) when I tried reaching for it. And if you look closely at the background, you can actually see my putter that flung behind me when I lost balance.

Picture courtesy of Matt & Jem who happened to witness and capture my dorkiness with his celly at the miniature golf course in Bayside.

Unlike a regular Sunday “mass“, there were no lines for communion in a Christian “service“. They were just handing the bread and little cups of wine from a tray one by one and I thought you take it as soon as they give it to you.

So… like a good Catholic like I am, I assertively took the bread & gulp down the cup of wine… not knowing that everyone was suppose to take communion simultaneously after a short ceremonial prayer.

By the time my sister tried to stop me, the Bread of Christ had already dissolved on the roof of my mouth and the wine was more than half empty. I seriously had no idea.

I was in between these two passengers and I gave ‘em quite a scare from my sudden reaction… specifically this horrified lady infront of me, who frightfully cried out "Oh my dear Lord!"

Hehe! It was humiliating yet funny, and I was too embarassed to look around the subway car. I could see people laughing & smiling from the corner of my eye. I’m such a dork!

Ever got tired of eating the same food (mostly) at the same place during your lunch hour? I have. I’ve been bringing nothing but fastfood to my little cubicle everyday and quite frankly, I’m sick of it.

So, I decided to try something different today. I bought a fresh tossed caesar salad from Au Bon Pain instead of the usual Wendy’s/McDonald’s/Chinese food. And then to change the scenery, I walked down to the pier at South Street Seaport carrying my lunch in a paper bag. I’ve always thought of spending my hour break there just to relax, and nothing will stop me today even if I forgot to bring napkins.

Once I got there, I sat on this giant stoop and right infront of me was a gorgeous view of the East River yielding with the Hudson from the western bank. So, after wasting some precious time appreciating the view, I took a deep breathe and grabbed my lunch from the bag. I placed the salad and soda right next to me and then reached for the… "oh no, wait a minute… where the hell is it? NOOOOOO!"

I forgot to grab the fork and the salad dressing from that damn place.

Next thing I knew, I’m back on my desk again, eating and staring at the "gorgeous" view of my cubicle because I ran out of time.

Next thing I knew, all I saw in super slow motion from the corner of my eye was a shower of brown drops. The car deliberately increased it’s speed to splash me. My whole left side was soak and my vision was literally muddy, diverting my attention away from catching the license plate.

I was helplessly cursing the shit out of speeding cabby. The worst part was the driver was a woman laughing her ass off as described by an old man who witnessed the whole thing. I was outraged and later found it funny. I didn’t expect stupid things like this would actually happen to me, so I laughed and brushed it off.