The First Thing I Did in 2024 Was Fall Down the Stairs
Happy New Year! We kicked off the new year last night at the LCD Soundsystem show at the Bill Graham Civic Auditorium in San Francisco. Normally we spend New Year’s Eve at home, but when my son, who is home from college, noticed that LCD Soundsystem was playing, he talked us into it. I’m happy he did. It was a great show and a nice way to ring in the new year. There was a lot of dancing. There were balloons.
This morning, I fell down the stairs in our house. Which was not the best way to start the year. For fifteen years, I’ve been thinking, someone's going to fall down those stairs. Today if finally happened. I started at the top and landed on the bottom step. Everything hurt but nothing broke. Now I know what you may be thinking: hangover. But I had exactly one 12-ounce beer last night, which I did not finish, and one tiny cup of sauvignon blanc, of which I spilled about a quarter. So no, I was not hungover. I was wearing slippery socks (when my son was small, I used to tell him and his friends, “Don’t run down the stairs in your socks!”) and I was also reading a book when I lost my footing. My husband proposed that I might also be “discombobulated,” because I was out past my bedtime and all that.
The reason I’ve worried in the past about someone falling down the stairs is that there is big picture window at the bottom of the stairs. In my imagination, the fall always ends with someone going through the picture window.
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