This is the power of drunkeness.
Stayed in town on Saturday night with a few of the bar staff from Worldsend. Got pretty smashed. They had a staff show the next day, leaving at 8.30am in the morning. A wine tour of the Barossa Valley. So due to events and conversations I had with one of the girls I found myself on the mini-bus. The drinking had not even stopped, let alone begun. I had not slept, had not stopped drinking, and was pretty fucking excited about this wine tour.
I'll just get to the important bits. By 10 o'clock I was told by Mel (manager) that I was by and far the most trouble out of anyone on the trip. By our first wine tasting, I had already drank a six-pack of Jacks and sculled five cans of UDL (I got caught drinking with my right hand a bit). I almost lost my voice before our first stop because of how loudly I was singing. To Dizzee Rascal. It's pretty fucking hard to sing to Dizzee Rascal.
Anywayz, was really drunk, yeah. Had the best fucking time. But the point of my story is this. The power of drunkeness. At our second stop there was a playground. It had one of those swing sets, with about four swings on it. The bar supporting the swings was about 2 and a half metres off the ground. I decided to make everyone watch me and try and vault over it. So I tried. Got my stomach on it and figured that all I need to do is flip myself around. So I swung myself over, let go, and dropped straight to the fucking ground, back first, hard as fucking nails on hard fucking dirt! I was jarred and hurt and covered in dirt. But everyone was laughing, so I was happy. Job done. I limped for a bit because my leg hur like buggery, but I soon forgot about this after a while and continued to drink and be merry.
So, I'll fast forward to today. Woke up in the morning in ridiculous amount of pain. Had a look at my leg and discovered that my knee was like twice the size it should be. I was pretty scared, so I booked an appointment at the Docs and went to see him. Went in, showed him my leg and he said 'Alright, I'm just gonna have a feel around, it might hurt for a bit.' He then fucking knocked my fucking knee-cap back into fucking place! Fuck!!! He reckons I had popped my knee-cap out! Like bullshit! Apparently I was walking around on a fucking dislocated knee-cap for the whole day and was that drunk I didn't even notice. I admit that I was REALLY drunk, but I still find it hard to believe that it doesn't hurt enogh to sober you up pretty quickly.
Unbelievable! I'm gonna post up some pics soon so you can see how fucking shady I looked. I'm looking forward to seeing them myself, I reckon I must've looked at my absolute best!
