The Night I Fell off a Bridge

Night Fell off Bridge

So on March 30th, I’m scheduled to do Testify again at the Spider House Ballroom. You should totally come! (ahem, doors open at 7pm)

But anyway, as I was looking through photos for the Boom Chicago post below, I happened to find this photo too, which is actually referenced in the story I’m working on for the show now.

You’ll have to come if you want to know how things turned out (assuming I’ve remembered the details by then) but this photo was taken just a couple of hours before I fell off my bicycle on the Queensboro bridge, which connects Manhattan to Queens.

Yes, you read that right.  I fell OFF MY BIKE on a bridge that’s over 340 feet tall! (at its peak)

I seriously thought I was going to die and drown in the East River. I fell off of the pedestrian bridge and landed on some kind of span between it and the car bridge, with my bike falling on top of me. All while still wearing the fancy duds you see above at 2 o’clock in the morning.

But hey, the party we’d been at was cool, and that’s a caricature artist you see there sketching me, Valerie and Brendan (from left to right). We kept it for at least a year. It was THAT GOOD.

See you on the 30th!

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