3 posts tagged “fight”

Of anything relating to my New Year's Eve debacle, there is a positive:

My nose was broken STRAIGHT.

When I was 14, an accidental elbow thrown by a friend while we were in the swimming pool broke my nose. Since that time, the bridge had been crooked and the tip offset. Upon a close inspection of my nose in the mirror last night, it would appear that the blow that broke it on NYE knocked it back to where it was supposed to be.

At least there's some kind of silver lining.

Apparently, it started off with one of my friends (who owns the house) being hyper and drunk. We'd been hitting each other all night (as we do all the time, not in a hateful manner but in a playful way) and I snapped with him a wet washcloth. I let it drop and he picked it up, hitting me with it and it caught me in the eye. From there, he and I tied into it, arguing more than fighting. I told them I'd had enough of it and headed outside to get in my truck. Hither came the escalation of idiocy.

Of course everyone comes outside and tries to grab me, which just further pissed me off. I fought free of a some of them, biting someone who had me pinned and hitting several of them. They had taken my keys and refused to return them to me even if I was simply going to sleep in my truck. They all went inside except for my friend S, who is 6'3" and has about 40-50 pounds on me. He was trying to talk me down, which just pissed me off further, and he tried to hold me down again. He and I ended up actually fighting, with me breaking his nose and busting both his lips while he broke my nose. His fiance came outside and took him back inside and they returned my keys to me, minus my ignition/door key. That just fueled my anger, so I walked down the road. After I was well away from my truck and down the road, they came and returned my ignition key to me.

Another friend, J, and his wife followed me in their car and kept stopping and trying to drag me/pull me into their car so they could take me back to my friend's house (which I vehemently refused on drunken principle) and I kept pulling away from them and I ended up smacking my head against the steel guard rail on the side of the road. After a bit, they gave up, and I continued walking/stumbling down the road, getting a mile and a half away before the Police drove by, picking me up. I was searched and given a Breathalyzer, after which they gave me the option of calling my father to pick me up or of going to jail. I opted to call my father, who came to get me and let me crash on his couch. This morning he returned me to my truck and I proceeded to drive to work (nursing my broken right fingers while cursing my manual transmission).

Just a bit ago my friend J called to see if I was alive, and when I asked him what had happened his reply was, "You were drunk." I've yet to call my friend who owns the house. I'm not normally prone to violence or aggitation and I feel terrible about the whole debacle, but there's nothing to do but accept what happened and move on. I'm sure I said quite a few lovely things last night and without knowing what occurred (except by proxy and other's POV) I don't know exactly how much of an ass I made of myself.

What a lovely day to start a new year. At least J was cool when talking to my about everything and still offered to give me a bicycle we discussed last night in addition to making sure I was going to go to the gym with his wife to show her some weight routines.

My nose is broken. Three fingers on my right hand, too. Large bruises on my forehead, and my left hand is purpled and scraped.

I was fine until midnight (I remember the countdown).

I was picked up by the cops about a mile and a half from the house I was at around a quarter 'til 2am. Called my father, who came to pick me up on the side of the road.

I hadn't planned to drink last night. I was continuously given whiskey and cokes, and it snowballed from there. I honestly have no recollection of what event started the whole downhill motion.

I'm at work (albeit a bit late) and in quite a bit of pain at the moment. Soon as noon rolls around I'm going to hibernate.

Then it's time to find out what the hell happened last night.