Glass Shuddering Air Show

So this weekend was a long weekend, in fact the last one for a while. We all had grand schemes for it, all of which fell flat when Saturday rolled in. However this is not the main event of this post, this is:

On Sunday the extremely exciting air show was on in Ysterplat and Deeza, Dre and I went off to visit Nova at his newly purchased and newly built abode, which offered a view of the air show. On the way there we witnessed the aerial acrobatics of the fighter jets, all of this started to increase my expectations of how cool it would be to actually watch it instead of driving. Eventually we get there, and instead of first dispensing with the usual grand tour, I headed straight for the patio so I can watch said air show. Ordinarily this would not be a problem but add sunglasses and a glass patio door into the mix and things could get bloody. Anyways while running full tilt to the patio I hit the glass door and in my inside voice said: “splat”, while my nose was squashed. Now a few things run through your throbbing head when something like this happens:

• FUUUCKKK did anyone see or hear me; of course they did they are all in the same room as you donut.
  SPLAT
• FUUUCCCKKKKKK
• I want my mommy; I’m Indian this thought is natural.
• My personal fav, I think I broke my nose, and I’m going to be ugly and deformed.

The cavalry came too survey the scene with me saying, “I think I broke my nose”. I only said this because I saw my own blood, which turned out to be a cut I got from my sunglasses. Anyways after I stopped tearing (I did not cry! I saved that for my mom) the cavalry broke out into giggles. It was actually pretty funny. We have all received and forwarded video clips with people going splat but when you are the one going splat it really makes you feel for those people. So if you care anything for me at all spare a thought for those poor splat people the next time I forward you one of those videos, then you can laugh your ass of.