The weekend was a bit of a mess.
Well the beginning was good times, but it ended fairly tragically for me at around 9:30PM Sunday.
My friend Bob came over to visit from Vancouver and we met up in the morning to watch his hockey game at Pearkes. From there we hit my place to watch Maddy while Coral was at work.
The plan was innocent enough, dinner and the hockey game at Veneto. But I made the mistake of tipping back a few too many fine cocktails at Veneto.
Coral picked up Maddy and took her home and Dave and Tyson had other plans so they left and Bob and I wandered to Rehab. Fortunately, they’re good folks and didn’t serve me any more beer. Just water.
There wasn’t much going on so we decided to head back to my place and leaving the bar for the cabs I tripped and smashed my head on either A) the ground or B) a van or C) both.
I was so lucky that Bob had his head screwed on and he got me in a cab and home.
I don’t really remember anything from my head hitting the ground to being in my PJs in bed with Coral waking me up.
Apparently I was a fairly troubling person to deal with before they could get me into bed.
I woke up the next day with cut-up knees, hands and a wicked goose-egg on my head.
Thankfully, Boitano and Pol were able to cover my shift yesterday so I could sleep and rest.
Needless to say, I think I’ll be the designated driver at the Zone Christmas Party next week.
I really could have been in a serious situation if it wasn’t for Bob getting me home and Coral, Alix and Bob staying up with me to make sure I would be fine.
Go with yourself.
The Morning After 