It started to rain slightly. Not hard. But enough to feel little drops of water on your arm or face every now and then. We strolled casually into some building that none of the team’s families were staying in and we started down the stairs to the underneath part of the rooms.
It was sort of dingy down there though and we started cracking up when we opened up a door that led to what looked like an abandoned laundry room. We walked quickly back up the stairs. We were back on the ground level. So we decided to check out the upstairs.
I was wearing Sevens jeans and granted they were a little long on me, but they were really cute. Plus the fact, so I wouldn’t trip on the hem of the jeans, I was wearing high wedges. You would think that I would have tripped even in the high wedges, but I hadn’t…yet.
As we were going quickly up the steps, some guy started to come down the steps. Just as he was passing us, I tripped, falling forward and hitting my shin on the edge of the step…hard.
And the guy saw it all…