Drunken Diary - junior

Okay, so, I went to Jilly's rockworld last night (Pobice will know of it, he ended up there on a Thursday night more often than not), pretty pissed, which was helpful because of the unusual presence of a

queue to get in which did not bother the two of us who went in because we were too pissed to care. I was also pissed enough not to care much that as soon as we got in, the other person went to the toilet, and I waited for something like 10 minutes, which could have easily being 1 minute, for getting to the bar was something on my mind, and never saw him again for the rest of the night.

So, off I went to purchase some cat piss, uhm, I mean, Fosters (cheap), and just wondered around all the rooms, staying for rather lengthy periods in the classic rock room (happy music, I like happy music, even if the lyrics should convey sadness, if the music sounds happy, it is happy music). The main room, I spent the least amount of time in, which happened to be where the other guy was for most of the night.

Not once did I ever incur the painful cost of having an elbow thrust into my face, or a knee in the stomach, stuff that mainly happens in the punk room because everyone thinks dancing is just jumping up and down, limbs flailing, which, admittedly is better than the main room where people just stand around and move their heads and upper body in ways that our bodies probably were not built for.

The evil actually happened on the way home after purchasing a pizza from Popolinos. They do good pizza, soooo lovely. I can't remember what toppings I had, probably because of the tastebud-overwhelming goodness contained with in, or maybe just drunken-ness. I walked all of the way home, probably about 4 miles. Sorry, I lie, in places I ran, I had energy, and drunken-ness to thank for that, and hopped. But, while I was walking, I somehow managed to twist my ankle. I blamed the curb, but I really don't remember what happened. I just remember the pain, which was masked a fair amount by drunken-ness, and evaluating my position relative to the target that was my house.

Now, it was half walking, half hopping, up about what seemed like a mile of road. That could have been hilarious to watch, since hopping while drunk can have, uhm, ground raising consequences, but no one was even about. No cars going past, no people walking at the rather gloriously peaceful time of night. The one time I could have done with some assistance, there is no one about. I should be happy for that though, since if anyone was about, the likelihood of them just staring funny and walking off, and then laughing when my other leg next decided to give way, is very high, That would have pissed me off even more.

I slept very well that night, on the sofa, after pushing all the cushions off. However, my ankle is still sore, and swollen, and I'm hoping I haven't broken it. While I am resting it lightly on the ground, occasionally getting the bag of Kwik Save Country Mix -- yep, that's right, I found a use for that evil green food (and white-ish and orange) -- and a Magnum (icecream, not weapon) while I'm at it. I'm sure there's a house party tonight too.. I will be pissed off if my ankle doesn't get better soon. I could go to the house party in pain, but probably not advisable. :(

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Drunken Diary - junior