Manly March?

Mike, 2 March 2008

I woke up in a hostipal bed at 5am on Saturday morning (March 1st).

Okay, let me back up.  I met a couple people at Moose McGillicutty’s after work on Friday and had a drink and an order of fish and chips.  We then wandered around looking for the right place to go into downtown, you many know that I despise going out around the Gaslamp area.  We settled on Star Bar on E Street where we had a couple drinks and bantered about work.  From there I said we should hed to Hamilton’s in South Park, and everyone agreed so I jumped on my bike and raced up the hill into South Park and chugged a couple pints of water before everyone else got there.  I introduced myself to a man there who had a dog and I told him how much I miss having a pet like that around to play with.  As far as I know I was fine when I left the bar to ride the 2 miles home from Hamilton’s.

The story after that had to be gotten from a phone number I found stuffed inside my backpack on Saturday afternoon.  Apparently I managed to run myself into the trunk of a parked car halfway home.  The man I talked to heard a crash and checked outside and found me laying unconcious in the road.  He called an ambulance and I was taken to the hospital and cleaned-up.  They did some scans to make sure I hadn’t broken anything and they came out clean, no broken skull.  As soon as the nurse said I could leave I did.  I jumped on my bike, stupid idea, and rode home from a Hospital near SDSU.

I am alright.  I came out of the whole ordeal with a fat lip, a bruised nose, a little skuff on my hairline, and a pretty bad headache.

New rule, no riding home from a bar alone.

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