I will not let this go.

It's 9 o'clock on a Saturday night, and Victor and I have been hanging out and drinking wine. We would go out, but no one goes out here until at least 1 or 2 in the morning. So this is what we do instead.

Here is a frame by frame recreation of the Table Incident.

First, here is the sweater in question. Very Argentine, no? Please take special account of the thumb holes.


Then I try to look into the biggest mirror in the house - the one over the dining room table. Alas, I am short, and it does not satisfy my vanity.


But wait - I have an idea!


I'll climb onto the table...


CATASTROPHIC TABLE DISASTER!


But don't worry, I'll be ok. And I've learned a thing or two about living on glass covered tables.

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I've decided to own this one.

You better read this, because it's pretty much the klutziest and most damaging thing I've ever done to property that does not belong to me.

I got a new sweater, which I was pretty excited about, because it's the first piece of Argentine fashion I have bought here (The sweater's collar goes down to my waist; whatever).

Anyway, I was trying to decide whether to wear it to school today, but there are no full length mirrors (I know, terrible) in my apartment. So I got up on a chair to use the mirror over the table. However, this did not appease my vanity, so I, brilliantly, decided to stand ON the table to get a better view.

The table is constructed as such: there are 2 glass panes in the center of the table. Unbeknownst to me, there is no wood supporting these glass panes. ONE OF MY LEGS PLUNGED THROUGH ONE OF THEM, and I fell, one leg IN the table, and one leg NOT in the table, to the ground, surrounded by shattered glass. I'm surprised I didn't sever arteries or something. There is now about a foot long hole in the table. My roommates are going to flipping kill me.

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