On Wednesday Hank flew to San Antonio to meet with Rob and do some planning and strategizing, etc. Our first press release came out last week and was picked up by Forbes and a BUNCH of other news sources. Rob and Hank did an analysis of the BP oil spill and its effect on charitable giving in the United States. Everyone was excited about the exposure.

So I met with Rob and Hank for a couple of hours in the morning. I gave them a behind-the-scenes tour of Drupal, illustrating what a CMS website can do and all of that. We worked on my strategy for the next few weeks. I was feeling pretty excited. They trust my knowledge of web design stuff and social media stuff. I have no clue how they put together their charitable giving forecasting instrument or how they can keep all the numbers straight in their heads. Seems like a good partnership.

Afterwards we went to lunch, and that’s when I bit my tongue. LITERALLY.

Worst
Tongue Bite
EVER!

I have a giant chunk (about the size of a pencil eraser) missing from my tongue! I have no idea how this happened. I was going to town on a chicken fried steak and somehow my tongue got all rolled up funny and I ripped a big piece out of it. So I’m chewing and trying to laugh and act all casual and everything.

<Warning: Things are going to get a little gross from this point forward>

Then my tongue starts bleeding. BAD BLEEDING. So I’m basically eating a chicken friend steak with a side of my own tongue, marinated with a continuous flow of blood. Nice for my first business lunch with the guys, right?

Anyway, we get up to leave and we’re shaking hands and I’m talking to Hank and suddenly I can tell that if I don’t shut up immediately, a bunch of blood is going to come flying out of my mouth. But somehow I don’t want to say, “Hey guys, I’m pumping blood here, so I gotta run along.” I don’t know why. It just seemed too weird. And by then I had already carried on through an entire lunch and not said anything.

I got home and Jeanene said, “How was lunch?” I just stuck out my tongue, which was actually dripping blood. She reacted…well…how you would expect someone to react to something like that. Horror mixed with pity and concern and a little irritation for me sticking my bleeding tongue out at her.

Anyway, after an hour or so, the bleeding finally slowed and then stopped.

Later that day I learned – and this is just a tip for you kids out there – if you have a serious tongue injury, avoid sharp-pointy-salty foods like, I don’t know, Nacho Cheese Doritos. I’m just saying.

So there you have it. RLP enters the business world with a bang!

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