Only God knows why these random thoughts just pop in to my head, but on the way home from school tonight I was thinking about New York. Specifically I was thinking about my friend Necole spilling out in to the street in Manhattan.

I believe it was the corner of 7th and Broadway. You know, where 7th Avenue, Broadway and 42nd Street all cross. There are big “V’s” in the intersection. We were standing on one of those V’s getting ready to switch from 7th on to Broadway when all of a sudden….

All of a sudden Necole went flying head first in to the street. Superman took over her body and she soared in to traffic. Ok, maybe not traffic, but she did fall face first in to the street. Packages flew everywhere. One second we were standing there. The next second Necole was on the pavement.

I couldn’t help but laugh. If you had been there you would have laughed too. It was hilarious.

Complete strangers were helping her up, asking her if she was ok [I never want to hear this bullshit about how nasty New Yorkers are again!] and there I was, her best friend, laughing and pointing.

As you can imagine Necole was less than thrilled with my laughing and pointing. She said, “Strangers asked me if I was ok and you laughed.” I said, “I would of totally helped you up if you were hurt.” I guess that was really no consolation for her.

Why do I tell this embarrasing story on my blog? Well (1) because it really was so funny. She laughs about it now. I swear. Ask her. And (2) because she’s not the only one to fall in Manhattan.

I have suffered that fate as well.

I didn’t, however, fall in the middle of the street.

I fell in the IMAX theater at the Museum of Natural History. My mom, Keaton and I saw a movie on the Coral Reef. It was a good flick. Very informative. Great cinematography.

Apparently while I was watching the show I kept my legs crossed. I had my right ankle on my left knee. And I had very heavy sandals on.

So when the movie was over I stood up like everybody else. Only my right foot wasn’t participating.

Next thing I knew I went down like a quarterback who was just sacked by a linebacker. I went down so fast I’m lucky I didn’t slam my head against the armrest of the chair.

I immediately jumped back up…on my left foot. I tried to play it off like, “What? Me? I didn’t just fall. Not me. Not in front of all these people in this huge theater.”

And I walked out of the theater with my head high…dragging my right foot behind me.

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