ropey roast of peas
Arrived as a friend of a friend at a 'house party'(in that it was a party at a house), there was a lovely spread of food including a full salmon, a pool I somehow avoided in the garden, lots of posh folk and me. I decided to drink lots to give me confidence, a classic choice. I mixed vodka and orange. Then the orange ran out, so I drank from the bottle, got through about half of one of those big pub style bottles of vodka and joined a game of 'drink while you think'. Someone then mentioned the roof, I think.

"I could jump off the roof" thinks I. So I found my way through the house to the window that lead to the roof. Climbed the very tricky and unstable office chair. Managed to get the 'crowd' slow clapping, then jumped, and landed on my arse. I was ok.

"I could do that again" thinks I. So I do. Similar outcome. Apart from something that at the time I remember 'stinging'.

Then when I tried a third time I remember being dragged back down the stairs, bonking my head on every step.

Then I remember waking up in a sleeping bag, surrounded by everyone else.
I went outside to get some fresh air and noticed a big arse shaped divot in the lawn. Then I remembered it all. I also remembered the pain in my mouth, the stinging.

I'd managed to bite part of the side of my tongue upon landing the second time. Not hard enough to peirce the skin and probably bleed a lot, but enough to have a huge white blister looking wound and enough to still have a teeth mark scar in the side of my tongue.

Good times.
( Ya What Skiddlyboop, Mon 18 Feb 2013, 13:07, Reply)