Oh what a night. Saturday, that is. iDJ and I had to go out to meet a friend. He doesn’t live here all the time, so when he’s home we can’t tell him no. It’s a little hard because we shouldn’t be spending the money we don’t have in the pub. However, it’s such a huge part of Irish culture that not going is an insult.
Luckily, we spent a good few hours at our friend’s place before the pub. We also went back there after closing hours to continue the session. It was the same as the night I turned 40 – everybody dancing in the house, making a mess, having a great time and eating caviar. It was black caviar this time, which I found out I like a lot more than the red. His house is a great place for a house party: no close neighbours to complain, and last winter the house flooded so there’s no carpet to worry about, just concrete.
It was (again) a great mix of people, different ages and different lives. I tell ya, we 40+ ers can really par-tay. It’s almost as if the booze is a stimulant, and we go bonkers when the music starts.
It’s not just us old farts that get down n boogie, though. One of my friends is 24, and she and I were hamming it up in the kitchen. The way I remember it is that she jumped into my arms… I held up for about .0003 seconds, and then down I went. Knees first. On the concrete. Carrying my weight and hers (thank goodness she’s a little thing). She snapped forward and smashed my nose, then backward and smashed her head on the dishwasher.
I was more worried about her. I can be very protective… Once we confirmed that we were both okay, we carried on. I didn’t look at my knees, but my nose was bleeding out of both barrels. Pretty. I’m glad I bothered to put on mascara before we went out.
Having loads of liquid painkiller in me, I didn’t think much of it at the time. Probably didn’t even check to see if I had blood all over my face or not – I don’t think about my looks often. The walk home hurt a lot, though. My knees weren’t happy…
So yeah, I have a blue and red nose, and some gorgeously colourful knees. Especially the left one, it looks like a sunset and is rather swollen. I can’t go down the stairs unless I go backward, it hurts too much the normal way.
My back is fine, though. Lift with your knees, not your back…land on your knees, not your crooked tailbone.
Here’s the gore:
Ouchie! (((hugs))) x
Thanks! I’ll be fine, I don’t think there’s any permanent damage. I heal fast.
Oouch! Put some ice on it? :c
Oh, yes 🙂
Started laughing at the concrete floors (know the type) and had tears rolling down my face by the time friend hit the dishwasher…..Sounds like a good ol’ knees up!
It was 🙂 Somehow I knew you’d understand! When the craic is 90, you don’t let a little bloody nose ruin your night.
That’s an enviably shapely leg for an old fart.
Get well soon.
Ha! Thanks hon 🙂
Hold on – do you two know each other? & PS, happy belated 40th!
Just through the blogs. Thanks, it was a good night.
You know, that comment made me way happier than it should have; I’m still smiling. Thanks again!
Old fart? Fie! I just hit the “Heinz” birthday yesterday (57, like the sauce).
I slapped another ten pounds on the bar. I think that’s a bit like tossing back another pint, so props to yeh.
I’d say those interesting bottles you got are more like it! But I’m sure you don’t go nutty like the Irish can. Excellent on the new weight!
Is this jumping into someone’s arms an Irish thing, a spider thing, or a Guinness thing? : )
Mostly a two women who can’t dance sort of thing 🙂