Lipstick & Bruises

A couple of weeks ago I was invited to a birthday party aboard a party bus. It was for Michelle, who turned 21. Michelle is my boyfriend Nic’s sister, and she’s a riot. Now, I had seen these party buses around the Twin Cities on Friday and Saturday nights, especially when I’ve been downtown to see a show. They’re converted former school buses, which have been painted in bright colours or animal fur patterns. There’s a toilet on the buses, an area for a keg, and rope lights and disco lighting all along the ceiling. It’s pretty crazy.

The bus we went on was called “The Pink Panther” and it was bright pink. I loved it. In fact, if I owned a vehicle, I would love to drive a gigantic pink school bus.

While I didn’t have much to drink over the course of the evening, I had fun dancing around and holding onto the seats for dear life so that I wouldn’t get thrown across the bus. Unfortunately, there are no bars to hold onto on the bus like there are on city buses, so at one point, the driver stopped suddenly and I went flying across the bus. I landed directly on my knee, which hurt, but it didn’t really start hurting until I got home at 3:00 A.M.

That photo was taken the next day, and I thought it looked terrible then. A few days later, the bruise had spread even further and started turning various shades of purple and green. Two weeks later, it still hurts, and it looks even more frightening. Granted, I bruise really easily, and it takes ages for bruises to heal. Gotta love it.

All in all, it was a fun experience. I’m not really a fan of bar-hopping, but just hanging out and having an impromptu dance party on a giant pink bus is pretty amazing.

Almost as amazing as the guy outside of a bar downtown at bar close who pulled off his shirt and twirled it around his head while we were blasting Def Leppard’s “Pour Some Sugar On Me” and singing along.