Chair-tastrophe!!!

I know it's been a while since I last posted here, but it's due to my bruised ego. I really don't know how else to explain it, but I think chairs (any type you can think of) and myself just don't get along. We are like oil and water...we just don't mix well together.

You might be asking yourself, "what is he talking about?" Well, this past Saturday our friends Brian and Andrea came over to hang out. Nothing unusual there...a few drinks, some games, and more drinks. Well, it was a nice night outside so we decided to sit outside while Sarah put Charlie down for bed. As we sat there enjoying our drinks, we caught up with one another since it had been a while since we had hung out.

Then, all of the sudden, I feel myself slowly going backwards...the stars of the sky suddenly in my sight line. I look back towards Brian and Andrea and I see my feet flying into the air and knocking over Andrea's beer. Then finally, KABLAM!!! I had successfully fallen backwards in my chair (in slow motion, mind you), knocking over a few beers, and making a bunch of noise in the process. All three of us were laughing so hard at my unfortunate predicament...I was like a turtle upside down trying to right myself. After 5 minutes or so, Brian finally asked me if I was ok, and i responded that I was...just embarrassed.

Once I finally got to my feet, I looked at the chair and realized that the chair had broken during my fall. I held it up and Brian and I just couldn't stop laughing. There was no way of saving it, and we're unsure how it happened.

When we told Sarah about what happened, Sarah lets out that I am "cursed" when it comes to chairs. What does she mean by "cursed?" Well, this wasn't the first time a chair has broken with me in it...it's actually the third one. A few years back while at the beach with my folks, I sat in one of those retro-ish lawn chairs that 90 year old people use to sit on the front porch. While I sipped on my beer, I thought I was slowly sinking into the sand as I sat in this chair. But then, KABLAM!!! My head hit the sand as the back legs of the chair just bent and gave way. My dad, the funny guy that he is, just couldn't stop laughing as my sister sprayed us all with her drink unable to contain her laughter. Hahahaha! Very funny guys!

That was until it happened again on the same trip with another chair. I told them that the chairs were old and weathered from the sun and sand. My family would have none of that. I had to go to Alvin's Magic Mountain and buy 3 new chairs...the 3rd one just in case another chair buckled under my mass of untoned muscle.

So after this past weekend's chair fiasco, I have made it a point to only sit in chairs made of solid concrete or steel. Hopefully, these will not suffer the same fate as the other poor chairs!