Toasted by a toast

I was originally going to dedicate this blog strictly to Pete, but because my life seems to overflow with stories that start with "so there I was" I have decided to keep the public happy and share these stories as they occur.  Who knows maybe I'll publish it someday, so nobody steal my title which will be, "So, there I was..."

So........

So there I was... hiking briskly towards the end of Kaena Point, trying to make it there before the sun disappeared for the evening.  It was Friday,  I had carpooled to school with my friend Lindsay because my truck now decided it will only start if it is warm and dry.  Not super reliable when you live in the tropics.  Anyways, I knew we were hiking after school, but I had no idea a full on event had been planned.  Needless to say I was unprepared.  Big surprise.  Turns out we were going out there with a big group and everyone had brought delicious pupus and adult beverages.  Well, all I had to contribute was corner bag of smashed wild rice flax sticks from my lunch, so I decided to buy a bottle of champagne to celebrate the unexpected fiesta.  Lindsay and I arrived to the end just as the sun was creating some lovely oranges and pinks in the sky and the albatross were swooping all around us.  Well,  I happen to have bought a kind of champagne that my friend, whom was about to celebrate a birthday, loved, so I thought I'd text her a picture of me with the bottle and all the loveliness.  I asked Lindsay to take the picture.  Well, due to fact the sun was dropping rapidly,  I guess I felt rushed... well more like "pressured?"   Apparently the bottle felt it too.  Of course I happen to be holding the bottle less than a quarter of an inch from my lip,  looking at Lindsay who was about to snap the photo, and before I could say, "Happy Birthday,"  the cork blasted off right at my face!!!  It hit me with so much force I literally almost fell down.   I stood there for a second, silent, checking to see if I had all of my teeth and both eyes.  Once I realized I was okay Lindsay and I burst into laughter.  Now for those of you who don't know this,  I am actually missing my front tooth.  I were a prosthetic tooth that is attached to a removable retainer.  Remember, I happened to have been amongst about 12 or so people I had literally just met, so I was like Lindsay, roll with this.  So there I was drenched in champagne, bloody lip growing by the second, and now toothless.  Our group started trickling over to us to find out what all the commotion was about.  I was holding the bottle saying, "you guys'll never guess what just happened!"  Wow, the looks were almost worth the hickey mark bruise that is still on my upper lip days later.  I had to tell them eventually as some of them were actually looking for my tooth in the sand!