Monday, December 04, 2006

The Work Party And A Night In A & E

It is not often that everyone I work with has the chance to socialize together. Most of us work alone and so when the opportunity to get together for the Christmas party comes along, well, the drinking starts early.

So, a nice meal in a restaurant where more food probably ended up on the floor, a rowdy evening in the pub and then too drunk to make any sensible decion about going home meant we ended up doing a spot of dancing in a terrible night club.

2am seemed about the right time to go home because the club was closing and we wanted to be able to get a taxi home.

All went well. We're all still in one piece.

At this point though, it is really not a good idea to partake in some play fighting - as Rob found out.

I thought he was ok because when he is drunk he loses the ability to speak and so couldn't tell me otherwise. Drunk and wobbly on his feet is about right for a night out. So when I got him back to the boat I was disturbed to discover that his shoulder looked a little out of shape.

After calling NHS Direct and telling them I was incapable of moving my husband from the sofa and that there was something very wrong with his shoulder they suggested calling him an ambulance. Considering he was still breathing it wasn't really an emergency that merrited an ambulance I wandered down the pontoon to Smiles where I kicked his boat (sorry Steven, but knocking politely didn't work!) until he woke up and gave us a lift to hospital.

4 hours spent waiting (mainly for Rob to sober up) Rob was told that he has broken his clavical.

The moral of this story is: never go out drinking with an old man who thinks he's young and spritely. His bones are fragile and crumbly.
Rob thinks the moral of the story is never fight with a scouser, especially when you're her boss.


Blogger Avus said...

Wow! that sounds like a serious night out! The trouble is, when they are that serious, you never can remember entirely what you got up to afterwards and so miss out on the fun (?) you had.

I have only once been really seriously drunk (am I missing something?) and that was at my army demob party. We were all extremely well "sauced up". Went back to camp carrying one guy (comatose) put him to bed, then carried the bed out of barracks and left him to wake up next day in the middle of the drill square! I did not care. I was off and away as a civilian that morning.

December 04, 2006 11:15 AM  
Blogger Pete said...

At least the booze numbed the pain. Bet he can feel it now though. Office parties eh!!

December 04, 2006 1:50 PM  
Blogger herhimnbryn said...

Ouch! Hope he's healing. And both of you didn't have bad heads in the morning.

December 05, 2006 1:05 PM  
Blogger Whitewater said...

Cheeky no mention of me being there from 4am to 8am whilst that little bugger slept it off. I have to say he is not sleeping so well now. I am sleeping like a baby

December 07, 2006 5:05 AM  
Blogger MortimerBones said...

I am impressed you could wake steve up!!!!!!!!!

December 08, 2006 10:46 AM  
Blogger herhimnbryn said...

Hi V. Just to let you know that your blog is featuring in Secret Hill as a 'Christmas gift'. Hope that's ok?

December 17, 2006 12:21 AM  
Blogger valonia said...

Hhnb - Thank you! What a lovely gesture :)

December 18, 2006 8:02 AM  

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