Okay, so my new favorite person on the planet is this woman who fell on the Picasso. Read the article -- but just in case you're too lazy to do that, this woman in NYC was taking an art class at the Met, and somehow, she managed to topple onto a Picasso original, creating a six-inch tear in the canvas. She's not liable for the millions in damage she caused, and the museum is repairing the tear as we speak. But... I mean... Can you imagine???
I can. And this is why I love this woman. This is I why I want to take her out for drinks and create a character based on her, and why I can't stop laughing whenever I think about this story. She was taking an art class and fell on a Picasso!! This makes her, without question, an enormous spaz. And I laugh because... uh... so am I.
As longtime readers of this blog may remember, I spilled wine all over a big-deal Dutton editor at my very first Bouchercon, but my spazzitude goes beyond that. When we were living in Mexico, my husband and I were at a party on a mountaintop -- a pretty fancy affair, with a very expensive high-powered telescope set up to view the planets. It was set up so you could see Saturn though it perfectly, and when it came my turn to look through, I knocked into the thing, and it took them a good hour to reposition it. On a less destructive, but no-less spaztastic level, I'm continuously tripping, falling, spilling drinks, knocking things over. And while I've indeed been a Sean Doolittle drink-spillage and college girl-vomit target myself, I can only view it as some kind of karmic payback.
But... and this is a big but... I have never, in my entire life, fallen atop a priceless work of art and put a rip in it the size of a beer can. For this, I say, Thank you woman in the Met. You make me feel like a more graceful human being.
What's the spazziest thing you've ever done?