Beers, 'Buca, Boards and Boris

An excerpt from last night (Saturday Night Shenanigans) -

With the wheels of my skateboard at the point of sliding out of control, I careened around the corner. Only to discover that this was a very shallow dead end. At this point I felt I only had two options and time was running short for me to decide. I could just absorb the energy with my body, brace for impact and bail out in a 'drop and roll' style, OR, I could carry on and be propelled unwillingly through the front window of the house I was travelling towards at a rate of knots. I decided that I'd rather pay the cost in bodily pain rather than through financial costs for fixing the house up (my bank account cannot afford such things and I'll heal, probably).

After coming to a crumpled halt, I got up and dusted myself off only to realise that I don't know this part of town too well. Maybe it was shock, maybe it was those beers I'd had earlier, or maybe it was those shots of Sambuca, (I don't know, I'm no expert) but I was hopelessly lost. Naturally before I went out skateboarding I made sure that I put my phone and wallet into my car so as not to lose and/or break them, no hope of calling a cab/mates/GPS to get me back. I tried re-tracing my steps but that was all uphill and with an unfit belly full of booze, that course was incredibly unappealing.

My mind has defensively blacked out the next part of the night but I believe it revolved around me limping my way around the hilly suburb of Wavell Heights, desperately hoping to find a familiar landmark. I may have called out for help, I may have been beeped at by cars and I may have cried a little in despair. Then the most sublime moment occurred. I turned the corner and saw off in the distance, my little Vitara. The joy I experienced at that sight was a crowning glory that is beyond description. To save my sore, battered, and tired body the journey, I risked one last roll down the road on my skateboard. Getting to my car and finding all my things- wallet, house keys, phone, sun glasses, and shoes, was so relieving I promptly crawled into the passenger seat and fell asleep.

This morning I awoke to discover that Suzuki Vitaras aren't big enough for me to sleep comfortably in. Also I might call into a GP during the week and just make sure that my left foot, which copped a pounding in the crash and is struggling to take any weight, isn't broken.