Last night was a blast, went to the Friday the 13th party at the Inked Monkey and drank entirely way too much vodka. I woke up this morning still wasted with a gigantic bruise on my knee and a bruised tailbone. For some reason I think i must have fallen on my face because I had dried blood coming out of my nose. Either that or someone hit me, either way I had a good time. I am pretty sure I have locked up a slot in the Getting drunk and doing stupid shit hall of fame, feels like someone hit me in the head with a sledge hammer. I am hereby announcing my retirement from drinking, at least until someone asks me if I want to go out and get drunk, in which case I will probably have to. 
But you did fall down a lot...it happens.