Zomes in hospital

My last post was a rugby rant written after waking up with a hangover and reading the sunday morning news reports on the net. I was really pissed off as I’m sure you could tell.

The reason I had a hangover and I’m actually still feeling a little tender is because of the events of yesterday and last night.

I got up early in the morning for the Lions test. Myself and Donovan cooked a beeg fry-up breakfast for a few of the guys who came round to watch the game. Andrew, Nils and Ryan Norrie. Ryan and his girlfriend Hayley came round later in the afternoon to watch the Springbok game and then afterwards, after chilling at home for a little while, the three of us moseyed down to a pub for a friends birthday drinks. We weren’t going to have a big one but as the BB’s know thats exactly how the big ones always start! Lloyd Bosworth was at the same party, it was good to see him and catch up. Ryan and I starting drinking pretty hard, I’m still not sure why, but it was good fun, I haven’t downed beer in a very long time but last night we proceeded to throw them down our thoat. The nail in the coffin was 2 shots each - one tequila and one sambuca - bought at the end of the night for Lloyd, Ryan and myself. We downed the Tequila and then chased it with Sambuca. I survived, Lloyd survived, but Ryan totally lost the plot. In what has to go down as the best public projectile vomit of all time Ryan launched his tiger next to the bar straight at Lloyds shoes in full view of the birthday girl, Hayley and all her mates. Not exactly very gentlemanly like of Dr Norrie. I thought it was hysterically funny, but Hayley naturally was NOT impressed. Ryan was frogmarched into the nearest takeaway at midnight and ordered to eat some food. He made a feeble attempt and then decided that going home was a better idea. So we parted company, I went home and passed out, Hayley and Ryan jumped on a bus bound for home.

It must have been an hour later and how I heard the phone I’ll never know, but when I answered my phone a very distressed Hayley was on the line. Ryan had taken a turn for the worse and was not doing well. Haylely decided to call an ambulance and get Ryan to hospital!!! Holy sh*t!! I didn’t know if I was still dreaming or what the hell was going on. All I knew was my head hurt, I was hammered but not THAT bad. Anyway, I’ll find out the rest of the details when they come round to pick up their car from my house this evening but it turns out that Ryan did indeed spend the night in hospital on a drip after blood tests, urine tests etc etc. He is out the hospital now and I think hes alright.

So much for a quiet beer!! Never trust the quiet beer!! It is a lie, a fallacy, a mirage on the alcoholics horizon!! I will never go out for a quiet one again - its let me down too many times - and I doubt Dr Norrie will EVER drink again!! He will certainly get an award at this years Brewery Boys AGM.