There will be blood.

One minute I'm partying in an airport on an island and the next I'm face first on the concrete sidewalk. After nearly a week of questions and stares, here's the real story: I tripped and fell. That's why my face looks like it does. I wish I had a better story, but I don't.

Let this be a lesson to you kids: don't drink and walk.

Who knew hospitals had interns? I owe this guy my face.

My solution? The first bus to Montreal, where even a bloody nose seems like fun.