Chest wall contusion, anyone?

Drinking with your friends is all fun & games until you bruise your ribcage.

Hottie #2, her flavor of the week, Meesh (my awesome next door neighbor), J & I went to the Herndon festival last night to see the Legwarmers. They are an awesome 80's cover band. We were double fisting Shock Top having the time of our lives. When they were done we went across the street to Jimmy's Tavern. It's unusual for Meesh & I to get to go out on a weeknight due to kiddos & such so we weren't going to half ass this night.

We decide to do Irish car bombs in honor of Meesh, who is proudly half Irish.

And wouldn't you know Jimmy's was having 80's night? So, after a few hours of drinking & dancing, flirting with boys, flirting with girls, more drinking & more dancing I get knocked down by the Flavor. I'm not quite sure how it happened, but I landed wrong & in one fail swoop the bouncer & the boys helped me up off the bar floor. Very embarrassing.

I continue with my night. It was a riot. I love my friends.

I woke up this morning with an ugly bruise on my thigh & a sharp pain on my side that feels like I'm being stabbed each time I take a deep breath. At first I thought I was just hungover, but after reaching for my laptop & screaming as I turned the wrong way I decided I probably needed to go the ER.

What do you say when you go the ER after a drinking injury? Too mortified to tell the truth I concocted a story about falling down the stairs. Snort.

One x-ray, urine sample & prescription for Vicodin later, I am resting at home.