So here is the story to the best of my memeory.
It was about 12 or 13 years ago.
I arrive at my friends house as we are going downtown. My friend Nick asks me "Katie. Will you punch me in the face?"
I ask "What?"
Nick says "I've never been punched int he face before, will you punch me in the face?"
Tap tap tap tap tap SMACK!
Nick yells "OW! Will you stop that!" at John, who wanted to be the one to punch him in the face, and since the initial discussion had come up John had been looking for opportunities to punch Nick in the face, and always got a running start.
I can't remember if I agreed immediately, or told him I would think about it, however the punch came later in the night. I think my reasoning was if I was gonna do it Nick should have a few drinks in him first.
So finally after leaving the bar, standing in Robinson Court, the time came for Nick to be punched in the face.
Tap tap tap tap SMACK!
Nick yells "Stop that!" at John who tried to get another shot in.
So I punched him. He falls to the ground yelling "Ow, my ear!"
I guess my aim was off.
So I do it again.
Nick very pleased of having been punched in the face goes home.
The next day I stop by his work to see how he is. He has a cut on his cheek, I assume from one of the many rings I wore back then. And a small bruise around his eye and is smiling from ear to ear. He's been telling everyone at work how he got punched the night before, and I am being met with "Why would you do that to him?" from his co-workers.
However both of us were laughing about the entire thing, so I guess it was all good.
Tomorrow I will tell you the story of Nick huddling in the corner in terror and John in his underpants.