Eating the floor....
is the only way to describe what it must have looked like i was doing a split second after the inevitable slip on spilled drinks.

Out with old work mates one saturday night at local club in glasgow. Its my round, i've had a good few drinks now, feeling quite merry but far from being rat-arsed.

Being the nice guy that i am, i buy everyone a drink and carry the six wee plastic glasses of joy back from the bar on my own as said work mates continue their dancing ways.

Just as i make eye contact with the group, i start to slip on the dancefloor, try to regain my balance only to over-correct myself and end up going head first onto the nice hard wet floor. I never let go off those drinks during the whole thing and managed to save them - what a guy eh?

Well, i should have let them go and just bought another round as it would have allowed me to put my hands out and prevent what did happen - 2 of my front teeth ended up rattling around in my mouth.... bloody and very sore. Naturally i spat them out.

The next few days before seeing the dentist - as it was a weekend - was one of the most unbearable weekends of my life. Everytime i breathed, the air went over the nerve endings of my broken teeth and it hurt like hell. Eating and drinking was a challenge to say the least.

Now i have to be careful when eating ice-cream or drinking from drinks with ice in them as it can cause the now fake part of my new teeth to freeze up and crack, then when they warm up again they can fall out... very sexy in a club.

I don't like nightclubs anymore.

On the plus side, i think i invented a new dance move with the over-correcting balancing act i performed that night. Silver lining and all that.
(ADPR, Thu 9 Apr 2009, 17:23, Reply)