Jeremy and Jessica came to visit on Valentine’s Day weekend. We did a band photo. A fun one.
After a breakfast in the Italian Market, I took them around town by bike to visit all the sites. Independence Hall, Liberty Bell, Penn’s Landing, Reading Terminal Market, Love Park, the Art Museum, and South St.
Like every other fool tourist, we ran up the steps of the Art Museum. Although Jessica never saw Rocky, she got swept up in the spirit.
As a sign of solidarity, we all wore our Cambodian scarves. ALWAYS wear a Cambodian scarf. NEVER forget its many functions. Headwrap, scarf, solidarity.
We made chili and some jiffy corn bread, and watched a bad Seagal vampire movie.
I’ve been working on destroying the inside of my sister’s new house. Her boyfriend, Peter, and I have been taking the kitchen tile up with chisel and hammer. It’s been good that we’ve been wearing goggles and work gloves because chips have been flying up and hitting me in the goggles and face.
Today I was chipping away and a piece broke off in a triangular shape. The sharp tip flew back gashing me across the left wrist. Blood spurted out immediately and I applied pressure with my dusty work glove. Peter responded to my “Oh shit,” and ran to find some paper towel. I elevated my legs and Peter applied pressure to my wrist with the towel as Eleanor went to get the car.
I stayed calm since the bleeding stopped, but it was a nasty wound; I could see muscle tissue. I started thinking about how much it would cost me to go the the ER. I was considering walk-in clinics. But we only knew where the ER was, so we went there.
My wrist was cleaned and bandaged in triage, but I started blacking out and getting pale face. After a few minutes, I was fine again. I registered and found out I had a $100 co-pay. Good thing I had health insurance.
After two hours in the waiting room, I got called in. The nurses irrigated my wound with sterile water, numbed my wrist, and then sewed me up with eight stitches. I looked at my cut and realized how close I was to cutting my artery. I mentioned this to the nurse and she said it’s better not to think about it. I started feeling light-headed.
I’ve got to go back in a week and get the stitches taken out. What’s good is that it’s a follow-up and I won’t have to pay anything more.
Update: I didn’t want to wait in the ER for 2 or 3 hours, so I took the stitches out myself six days after the cut. Toenail clippers, tweezers, and alcohol. The cut still looked pretty raw and ready to gape open if I gave my skin a yank, but it’s scabbed up well since.
I have some very exciting news to share with everyone. I called Eoin today and could hardly contain the great news. Just take a look at the below graph:
The left-side is not a multiple of 10 or 100 or even 1,000. It’s the actual number. By ones. Pretty good. It looks like we almost got 16 views for 1/17. I think I actually refreshed the page a couple of times because my internet wasn’t working around 2:30 PM. So maybe it’s around 8 or 9. Pretty awesome.
I think we’re starting to go viral. I talked to Eoin about opening up our own business, but he thinks we need more exposure. I hope we get scouted by Hollywood or something. Pretty cool, huh? Let us know what you think. We’ve had a couple of comments by our parents on some of our blogs, but we invite our friends to share their thoughts too!
Red carpets. Fast cars. Beautiful babes. Three-way kisses. Briggs and Chief were finally able to get away from the dangerous streets of the United States and enjoy a little bit of Hollywood. A little glamour never hurt nobody.
We were very anxious to finally share a piece of work that consumed 5 months of our lives. We ended up having a phenomenal turnout for the Apocalypse Briggs Premiere Party and couldn’t be happier. Boy, it sure has my stomach in knots just thinking about it! Yummy guy.
We attended the party in full costume and performed a live skit to warm the audience up. Skit and photos below.