Another Bloody Adventure

Jordan and Lukas turned up at around 5pm last night, they were in Wellington for some conference. Armed with company credit cards, they were looking for a night on the piss.

If it was on Link, I said, of course!

We started off by getting a few bottles of red wine and some cheese, to drink in a refined manner, while waiting for a couple of others to arrive. Jordan also grabbed a dozen beer for later.

Bryan and Sam turned up at about the same time, both sporting a nice supply of alcohol, so we were pretty much set for the night. Once we moved onto the beer, we were all rather tipsy. At this stage, it’s amazing just what can happen, how your reactions are dulled. Lukas’s beer overflowed after being knocked by Jordan; instead of guzzling it down as etiquette required, he watched it pour out onto the table. I, on the other hand, somehow lost my grip on my beer, and watched it fall, and empty itself on the ground.

I ignored the calls for a floorsuck, that floor has not been washed in months.

We headed into town at about half-ten, really quite early. But surprisingly, the clubs were packed. We headed for Jet, and set about dancing. Jordan was at his ’silly’ stage, and was amusing himself by jumping as high as possible. Sam and I joined in, huge, idiotic grins on our faces.

Suddenly, I felt a crushing blow to my head. I could figure out what had happened. I was in serious pain. I looked around, and realised I had jumped up into a ledge of some kind. Fuck, that hurt.

Still, I realised no one else had noticed, so tried to ignore the pain and kept on dancing, trying to force myself to smile, but it came out more as a grimace.

I felt something running down the side of my face. What the fuck? I thought someone must have spilt their drink on me or something. I put my hand to my hair, and pulled it back, red.

Oh my god.

I put my other hand on my head, just to be sure. Holy shit.

I turned to Danny. He looked down at my hands. Dude, what? I know. Fuck, I gotta get to the bathroom.

I closed my hands, and quickly made my way through the crowds towards the bathroom, praying that no one would see the blood dripping down the side of my face. Luckily, it was hidden by my beard, and the club was dark.

I got the the toilets, and grabbed a bundle of paper-towels, holding them over my head. They came back covered in blood. I couldn’t believe it. I went through almost all of the paper towels in there. By this time, word had spread among my friends that I was in the toilets with a split-open head. They couldn’t believe it. Jordan, of course, thought it was the funniest thing in the world.

Finally, the bleeding slowed down a bit. I cleaned my hear up, hoping that the dark would hide the slight-reddish tinge. I washed the blood off my hands, and wiped it off the side of my face.

Sam, trained in St Johns as he is, inspected my head and said that it’d be ok, so I returned to the dancefloor. My head hurt like shit, but dance I would.

I periodically checked my hair for signs of fresh blood, there was some, but not much. About 20 minutes after coming back to the dancefloor, I realised that I had some caked blood in my beard. Lovely. So nice of everyone not to tell me.

Despite this obvious crap start to the night, it turned out to be quite fun. My head ached for the entire time, but we played a bit of pool, went to a karaoke bar (No, we didn’t sing) and finally returned to Jet for a few more drinks.

We grabbed a taxi back here just after 3am, myself fairly sober, so able to give directions.

My head was still hurting pretty bad, so I thought to be safe I’d put a towel on my pillow in case I was still bleeding.

I woke up in the middle of the night, to see all these red patches all over the towel. Fuck! I was bleeding more than I thought!

It wasn’t until the morning, when I turned the light on, that I realised that it was just the pattern on the towel I was seeing. Of course.

Still, I have a mother-fucking headache this morning. My hair is still slightly reddish, I’d rather not wash it, as the scab seems pretty tender still and I don’t feel like having it bleeding again.

Still, not a bad effort, I’d have to say.

July 30, 2005 | Filed Under Alcoholic, Classic 

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