Last night I went out drinkin' with some female coworkers. We started out the night at one of their houses, where they argued about past and present males for a while while they drank. Bored with the conversation I drank quite a bit more(Two mixed drinks and some tequila in about 7 minutes).
Finally we set out to downtown, to hit clubs and such, which I had never done, sad as that may sound. The clubs were fun. I danced with them, as well as some other girls, and we of course had more to drink. After two clubs I learned that bars actaully mixed Red Bull and Alchohol (this is legal?). Ten minutes later I was dancing on a stripper pole (why the club had a pole I do not know) while the gals cheered me on. Apparently I was pretty good. I'm proud because I've never been to an actually strip club, so I'm just naturally talented I guess.
Anyways, as you can imagine, we are all fairly intoxicated at this point (some of us from multiple substances, though not me of course). After last call we head to an all night mexican place near the UC campus. One of the girls ran off, needing to pee quite badly, and I called after her telling her to be careful (she was quite wasted). Long story short, she fell on the way back to the car. So I picked her up and plopped her in the car. Her ankle swells up to about twice its normal size. We drop our manager off at her house and the rest of us crash where the party started. We stayed up for a while talking but eventually drift off hoping that the girls ankle will be better in the morning, and if not we'll just take her to the hospital and get it looked at. It looked like nothing more than a sprained ankle.
So come morning she can't walk. So we hung out a while longer, and I have at this point become her official crutch. Around noon we finally leave and take her to hospital to get her ankle looked at. Turns out we were wrong. She broke both her tibia and fibia at the base of her ankle and might need surgery, which of course really sucks.
Anyways I guess the moral of the story is... "If you're gonna drink, where appropriatte shoes"
Still... it was a lot of fun and once she gets a cast set I think we should do it again
Finally we set out to downtown, to hit clubs and such, which I had never done, sad as that may sound. The clubs were fun. I danced with them, as well as some other girls, and we of course had more to drink. After two clubs I learned that bars actaully mixed Red Bull and Alchohol (this is legal?). Ten minutes later I was dancing on a stripper pole (why the club had a pole I do not know) while the gals cheered me on. Apparently I was pretty good. I'm proud because I've never been to an actually strip club, so I'm just naturally talented I guess.
Anyways, as you can imagine, we are all fairly intoxicated at this point (some of us from multiple substances, though not me of course). After last call we head to an all night mexican place near the UC campus. One of the girls ran off, needing to pee quite badly, and I called after her telling her to be careful (she was quite wasted). Long story short, she fell on the way back to the car. So I picked her up and plopped her in the car. Her ankle swells up to about twice its normal size. We drop our manager off at her house and the rest of us crash where the party started. We stayed up for a while talking but eventually drift off hoping that the girls ankle will be better in the morning, and if not we'll just take her to the hospital and get it looked at. It looked like nothing more than a sprained ankle.
So come morning she can't walk. So we hung out a while longer, and I have at this point become her official crutch. Around noon we finally leave and take her to hospital to get her ankle looked at. Turns out we were wrong. She broke both her tibia and fibia at the base of her ankle and might need surgery, which of course really sucks.
Anyways I guess the moral of the story is... "If you're gonna drink, where appropriatte shoes"
Still... it was a lot of fun and once she gets a cast set I think we should do it again
crazygrrl:
That reminds me of the time I needed to go to this party, but there was freezing rain that day.night...the rest of the story takes place in pain and agony. 