When I awoke the morning after the bachelorette bash, I had booze bruises & a migrane.
as is tradition.
booze bruises refer to anytime I go out drinking, and do not get into a street fight, but still wake up with injuries of unknown origin.
I also had a little message on my phone.
hey cutie, its Scar the bartender.
uhhhh pretty sure his name last night was the same as my Other Brother's. This isn't the first time I've been jiggy with a man with the same name as a family member. hot.
note: I don't feel bad using his 'real name' in this scenario because it's unclear which one is actually his birthname.
Naturally, I had to inquire about the Scar.
well it's been my nickname since high school cause i was always beat up from riding and kick boxing then when i was 21 i got stabbed 18 times and it really stuck...
Scar, my boyfriend and future husband slash future father of my unborn children, was stabbed 18 times.
Of course, my next thought was, 18 times in a row? or 18 isolated incidents of 1 stab each? or 6 incidents with 3 stabs each? or 3 incidents with 6 stabs each? or 10 incidents with 1 stab each and 4 incidents of 2 stabs each?
the combinations are endless.
i got jumped by two wannabe gangbangers with a buck knife and a machete. i still put both of them in the hospital but i did die for a second in the helicopter on the way to the hospital from blood loss.
yikes.
wannabe gangbangers? a buck knife and a machete?
he's a keeper.
