Bloody clubbing

Let it be known that the easiest and fastest way to get a bartender’s attention is to show them a napkin full of blood.

I was out last night doing the club scene with a few friends, marveling at the scenes that enfolded before me, how this deafeningly loud, crowded, bizarre and perspiring pocket of chaos made the perfect nesting ground for social and mating rituals. After a while we migrated in our group to the dance floor and joined the happy chaos. At some frenzied point a glass accidentally slipped from a friend’s fingers and crash-landed in smithereens on the floor before us. Someone eventually came to clear it slightly away, though only slightly.

I felt a wetness where my bare sandaled foot had had the drink splashed over it, and I checked it just to make sure there weren’t any glass shards about. My hand came back bloody. Ah crap. I quickly staunched the blood flow with napkins and went up to the bar. I couldn’t get the bartender’s attention until I held up the bloody napkin and she came right over exclaiming “Oh my god..!” Swiftly thereafter, a guy was sent away and came back with gauze, tape and a bandaid. I took myself over to the couch, doused my foot with a shot from our vodka bottle to disinfect, applied appropriate pressure, bandaged up my foot with the tape, and went straight back to the dance floor. Because that… is how I roll.

Heh. :)