Last night was. well. Interesting...
It all started of well...until I get pushed(bumped into, if I have to de-dramatice it) and SWOOP! I fall. Swede down.
I mean, all the way down, lick-the-floor-down
10 minutes later, this time because of true clumsiness: SWOOP!
Again? Yes, I fell again. All the way down, lick-the-floor-down.
Sure, I had some %-age in me, but not THAT much. No, we are not talking hello-floor much.
The floor at the club was slippery, VERY slippery. Covered with what im hoping was beer( which gave me total beer-ass after two visits. SEKSI.)
Overall though, it was a good night!
This morning(-ish) however: OWW! Fuckity OW!!
Tailbone from hell! "Pain in the ass" got a whole new meaning....Jeez, it hurts!
Getting ready took ages, not to mention walking(wobble)to Tesco. Never felt so old.
Cath, last nights wingman, read my mind( or saved me from depression)
With my limited ability to move, pizza, good company and some sweet tunes from Matt Cardle(this week, not so sweet)sounded like HEAVEN!
Diet starts tomorrow. Tomorrow.