The Best Bruise Ever...

Five years ago today, June slipped on the steps leading down to the subway platform outside of the Park Central Hotel across from Carnegie Hall. She was wearing her wedding dress and was more worried about marks on it than her actual bruised posterior. She roughed through a few hours of wedding, photos, and wandering around Greenwich Village before giving in to the pain in her ass...not the one that she married, but the legitimate hematoma on her bum cheek. The bruise eventually went away, but not the other pain in her ass. I'm stayin'. Happy Anniversary June. Love, The guy who watched you fall down the 57th street subway steps.