The Great Halloween Finger Incident of ‘07

The Anvil’s first annual Boo Bash was a smashing success, right up to and including the moment I cut the end of my index finger 3/4 of the way off!

Dressed as a bloody zombie chef, I wielded a bloody cleaver (named Beaver) all night, telling people I hoped they were hungry, since I had just finished killing a cow for them to eat.
But when we had a few orders in and there weren’t too many people in the kitchen, I put Beaver down and picked up a knife to slice veal for an order of marsala. Whoosh! went the knife through the veal, out the other side, and into my finger. Fortunately there was a bone in the finger, so the knife didn’t come out the other side of it! After a resourceful busboy fashioned me a self-tightening tourniquet out of the rubber band from a bundle of asparagus (bless your fuzzy little heart, Mark!), I clamped down on it like a vise and made the 6 mile run to the closest ER. Imagine the fun I had walking in there completely covered in fake blood!

I was fortunate enough to be accompanied by Gretchen and Rex, who were dressed as a cowgirl and a priest, respectively. Which gave rise to, “So, a chef, a priest, and a cowgirl walk into a hospital, and the priest says…” Some day we might finish that joke.

3 x-rays and a tetanus shot later, I got my first stitches ever. Unfortunately, the 4 hideous shots into my finger to numb it didn’t work so well, so I had to tough out 3 of the stitches. But Mark the ER tech was SO incredibly cool, we actually had fun. Mark even brought and put on me my own hospital halloween mask..

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So, the moral of the story is… Oh hell, I hate stories with morals!! I can’t wait to see what happens next year.
Cheers!

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