The Story of Saturday Night...
It was a night not unlike any other night. The moon was out, the wind was blowing, and I was four beers into what looked like was going to be a long, fun night of drinking. I was blowing off writing a paper, and on my way to the Grille with the fellas for a bite to eat. On our way, Nate has a grand idea. Let's go through the tennis courts. And why not? I was feeling fine. Four beers aren't enough to phase me; let's go. When we get to the other side, we are confronted by a 5-foot fence. How will we ever make it over this monstrosity!?! We must turn back. Then Dieter (yes, I have a friend named Dieter), the only one who has had nothing to drink finds a way over. Nate, not to be outbested, follows him. His landing is a little shaky, but he did it. So I figure, if Nate can do it, then I'll be fine. I stand upon the fence looking down on all and prepare to jump. As I jump, my cuff of my jeans gets caught on the top of the fence. This cause me to faceplant directly into the concrete. Impact occurs at about 12:45 AM. I land on my right hand, left elbow, and chin. "Stand down, soldier," are for some reason the first words out of my mouth as Dieter runs over. "I'm fine...I just knocked the wind out of me." I then hear Sean, the only one to decline the fence-jumping extravaganza, say "Campus Safety...Campus Safety." And just like that, I'm on my feet. The fuzz passes us by, and we go to the Grille for our food. When we return, I am in a bit of pain. I decline to drink anymore that night. I kept thinking, "What would Camille be saying right now?" And the party ended. I wrote a page and a half more of my paper before turning in. I got very little sleep that night. The pain kept me up, and I finally had Sean take me to the hospital at 9:30 AM. The news? Well, I am currently wearing a sling and a wrist brace. I severely sprained my wrist and got a hairline fracture in my left arm. I don't know how I made it through the night without going insane, but now at least I'm on some industrial Ibuprofen. I've still managed to get all of the work done that I need to, and, have gotten support from, barring some bitterly unsympathetic individuals, everyone. My plans for tonight? Finish up here at the library and then go finish up the beer in celebration of my last night at Rollins. But maybe I'll take it a little easier tonight. =^)