June 5, 1996

What WAS I Thinking?

If anything.

I went out drinking with a few friends last night. Oy, I tell you. Oy.

Darin, CJ, Lance, Greg, and I went to Left Turn At Albuquerque because of the size and quality of their margaritas. CJ and I started drinking before everyone else -- we left the guys standing at the curb whilst we went in and ordered a couple of margaritas.

Despite this, Greg and Lance still managed to outpace us. I got to hear a constant litany of "Lightweight" all evening.

Afterwards four of us walked over to CJ and Lance's house (Darin drove my car over there, so that CJ could drive it to the office in the morning, where, so the plan went, I could get it after driving with Darin there). After saying good night Darin, Greg, and I walked Greg back to his place, and I asked if we could stop for, uh, a moment. (Hey, those were big margaritas!)

Then Darin and I were saying our goodbyes and as I walked out the front door, down the teeny tiny front steps, I said, Gee, it's awful dark out here.

*THUNK*

Down I went in a big heap, twisting Ye Olde Left Ankle and yelping. I can handle my liquor, really. Please sir, may I have another?

Darin thoughtfully went off to get the car and drive back to pick me up. Greg gave me a bag of ice to put on it and laughed at me. I think the least he could have done is give me some chocolate, but nooooo....

The ankle's not broken or sprained; it just hurts. As Darin prophetically said, "And this is what it feels like with some alcohol. Imagine what it's going to feel like in the morning." Well, in the morning I was able to put pressure on it instead of hopping everywhere, but I guess I'll lay off the alcohol for a few days, at least. Or avoid Greg's front steps if I do have anything to drink.

Sigh. I guess I'm not in college any more.

Wait a second, I am too in college.