Debauchery
Ok...so here is the what happened last night.
I went Trackside with 000100010001,mrmysteriis and several others for kareoke. Started off the night with a couple of drinks and then started doing jager shots. Well as time passed I had done about 5 jager shots.
The events after that I have no recollection of. I passed out in the bathroom sitting down. There were people beating on the door for half an hour. They had to bust the door open with a crow bar. When the guy busted the door open it knocked me over and I hit my head on the sink and then the floor. The guy came to the table where snow and everyone were and said "Your friend is lying on the floor of the bathroom and we dont know whether he is alive or dead."
So the bouncer and someone else who worked there carried me outside to the parking lot. There was a patron at the bar who is almost certified as an EMT. He was checking me out to make sure that I was ok. He went to stick his hand up my shirt to see if I was breathing and such. This is when everyone knew that I was going to be ok. I started hitting on him when he stuck his hand up my shirt. I said "Heeeeey."
They continued with asking me questions such as "Who is the president?" I retorted with "Thats a trick question." They asked me where I was. I replied with Atlanta. "What part?" I said "A-t-l-a-n-t-a." They asked me who the lead singer of The Cure was and I replied "Robert Smith."
The paramedics came and wanted to take me to the hospital and I wouldnt let them come near me. I was pretty sassy about not going to the hospital. I signed a form stating that I refused and didnt want to go to the hospital. From there they put me in the car and carried me to 000100010001's apartment.
All in all I am just sore right now. They think that I had a concusion but I made it through the night and I am not really having any problems. I have a butterfly closure on the gash. I am taking care of it.
Needless to say I am not going to trackside for a while and I am not drinking jager anymore.
I went Trackside with 000100010001,mrmysteriis and several others for kareoke. Started off the night with a couple of drinks and then started doing jager shots. Well as time passed I had done about 5 jager shots.
The events after that I have no recollection of. I passed out in the bathroom sitting down. There were people beating on the door for half an hour. They had to bust the door open with a crow bar. When the guy busted the door open it knocked me over and I hit my head on the sink and then the floor. The guy came to the table where snow and everyone were and said "Your friend is lying on the floor of the bathroom and we dont know whether he is alive or dead."
So the bouncer and someone else who worked there carried me outside to the parking lot. There was a patron at the bar who is almost certified as an EMT. He was checking me out to make sure that I was ok. He went to stick his hand up my shirt to see if I was breathing and such. This is when everyone knew that I was going to be ok. I started hitting on him when he stuck his hand up my shirt. I said "Heeeeey."
They continued with asking me questions such as "Who is the president?" I retorted with "Thats a trick question." They asked me where I was. I replied with Atlanta. "What part?" I said "A-t-l-a-n-t-a." They asked me who the lead singer of The Cure was and I replied "Robert Smith."
The paramedics came and wanted to take me to the hospital and I wouldnt let them come near me. I was pretty sassy about not going to the hospital. I signed a form stating that I refused and didnt want to go to the hospital. From there they put me in the car and carried me to 000100010001's apartment.
All in all I am just sore right now. They think that I had a concusion but I made it through the night and I am not really having any problems. I have a butterfly closure on the gash. I am taking care of it.
Needless to say I am not going to trackside for a while and I am not drinking jager anymore.