I spent the past week at this really awesome totally fabulous seminar put on by the people who are running our program, basically a week long time waster (outside of seeing people) comprised of field trips "for cultural exposure for the better learning of German people". The mornings were spent talking about stuff, you know, things...and the evenings were spent either a) drinking or b) recoving from drinking the night before. Well, Tuesday nights at a bar in Colonge called Cafe Schoen there are 50 cent Jaeger shots and 1 Euro beers. In reference from a text I recieved from the United States, "That's dangerous." How very true given what happened after that night of 9 Euros (you do the math and throw in a couple bucks bought by other people).
I get home and pass out the fastest I have in my entire life. Next thing I remember doing is waking up in the morning, still intoxicated and cursing my life. Then I hear this from across the room...
"Hey! Are you okay???"
"Yeah, why?"
"You fell off the bunkbed last night!"
"Huh? No I didn't"
"Yeah you did! I heard this loud thump and I look down and you are on the floor. I asked if you were okay, and you didn't answer me and just went to the bathroom."
The others think for a moment...and laughter ensues as every one else starts remembering me falling out of the bunk, apparently they woke up as well.
"You're full of crap, I totally didn't fall out of the top bunk dude, no way."
I climb down (barely), and get into the shower and notice the MASSIVE bruises all over my body and my hip is significantlly hurting, and there is a tingle in my arm when I extend it all the way. Luckily the Jaeger was pulsing through my body enough still that I think the true pain was avoided to some extent.
After piecing things together, I realized that I recieved a text very early in the morning and my only bet is that I heard it in my sleep (it's like Pavlov's Dog with that damn thing) but instead of actually waking up to check it, I proceeded to sleep walk, probably assuming I was on the bottom bunk, or my own bed in Stuttgart. It's pretty hard to climb down a ladder when you are alseep and I'm guessing with the first step I just kind of well, fell off.
I'm still in a good amount of pain, kind of a little limp on one side. At least my arm stopped tingling.
I still don't remember falling.
I get home and pass out the fastest I have in my entire life. Next thing I remember doing is waking up in the morning, still intoxicated and cursing my life. Then I hear this from across the room...
"Hey! Are you okay???"
"Yeah, why?"
"You fell off the bunkbed last night!"
"Huh? No I didn't"
"Yeah you did! I heard this loud thump and I look down and you are on the floor. I asked if you were okay, and you didn't answer me and just went to the bathroom."
The others think for a moment...and laughter ensues as every one else starts remembering me falling out of the bunk, apparently they woke up as well.
"You're full of crap, I totally didn't fall out of the top bunk dude, no way."
I climb down (barely), and get into the shower and notice the MASSIVE bruises all over my body and my hip is significantlly hurting, and there is a tingle in my arm when I extend it all the way. Luckily the Jaeger was pulsing through my body enough still that I think the true pain was avoided to some extent.
After piecing things together, I realized that I recieved a text very early in the morning and my only bet is that I heard it in my sleep (it's like Pavlov's Dog with that damn thing) but instead of actually waking up to check it, I proceeded to sleep walk, probably assuming I was on the bottom bunk, or my own bed in Stuttgart. It's pretty hard to climb down a ladder when you are alseep and I'm guessing with the first step I just kind of well, fell off.
I'm still in a good amount of pain, kind of a little limp on one side. At least my arm stopped tingling.
I still don't remember falling.
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