miss megan's accident

Readers of this space are familiar with the super creative team Megan and Lindsay, often referred to as Mindsay.

They work together. They socialize together. They live together. They went to the Hatch awards together, and proved that they also drink together.

Following a long night of Mojitos, Harpoon Beers, Yaeger Shots, Soco and Limes, Cranberry and Vodkas, and other assorted adult beverages, the team piled into a cab with Mr. Rodriguez and Mr. Jordan, who are both capable of carrying the 127 pound athlete should the need arise.

Viewing the spectacle before him, the cabbie was skeptical, as Miss Megan looked a bit green around the gills. But the group picked her up and packed her into the cab, shut the door behind them, and off they went to Quincy.

At this point in the evening, or perhaps morning, Miss Megan was feeling proud of herself, as she had neither put a run in her tights, or flashed the crowd. Her dignity was intact.

Then, as she stumbled up the stairs to her home with her creative partner, she lost her balance, tripped over her friend, and face planted upon the doorstep. The photo doesn't do the injury justice.

To her credit, the accomplished horse woman didn't shed a tear, according to her roommate. Instead, she curled up in bed with a bag of frozen carrots and peas, and woke up in a puddle.

A quick trip to CVS/pharmacy, and Miss Megan the art director had a tube of concealer to retouch herself. Said her writer roommate, "That's a lot to ask of a little tube of concealer."