Penn Station Plummet

I still can't believe I did this.

Last night we had our opening night party at Madison Square Garden. It was really great- my boss was in town, and I invited one of the figure skaters I used to work with, Tim. We had a great time catching up and visiting.

After the party, I headed into Penn Station to meet Kevin and a few friends at a bar before heading back home on the train for the night. I walked in, and the escalator was not working. No worries- just walk on down, right? Wrong.

About three steps into it, my heel slipped on the metal, and I started falling. And falling. And falling. Of course, there was no one on the ENTIRE escalator for me to run into and stop. I literally tumbled down about 20 to 25 stairs in the middle of Penn Station. And I'm not talking about like when you were a little kid and you would slide on your butt down the steps. I'm talking acrobat tumbling somersault falling. I heard a lot of "oh my gods" and "ddaaammmnnnns" and "ooohhhhhs" in the seven to eight seconds I think it took me to reach the bottom. I just kept thinking- maybe I'll stop on the next one. Nope. All the way down. It was unreal.

About 25 people had gathered around me, and security and an EMT showed up. I was "fine" according to me. But good lord you should see my bruises. They are pretty impressive. I'm even bruised behind one of my ears. And my chin is blue. And my legs and sides... oh my.

Luckily my purse was zipped up, but my BlackBerry was lost during the whole little adventure. It must have been in my jacket pocket, and someone picked it up. When we called it this morning, they had downloaded a nice rap song as a ring tone. Luckily, my clothes and shoes came out of the tumble unscathed.

So no phone for a few days until my replacement shows up, and I will no doubt be black and blue for quite a few weeks to come.