Ouchies...

I went out on Friday.
I feel over.
Twice.
I now have a bruise the size of Texas on my bum.
Also, my a**hole friend stood there and laughed at me, laughed as I fell.
So once I was back up I went slightly ballistic at him!
Then, by the time I fell again, he was swooping me up before I got to hit the tiles but I still managed to hurt myself.
I blame, the shoes.
5 inches of brown wooden goodness does not make for appropriate dance floor footwear.
I also blame the 172,000 drinks I may or may not of drunk.
But mainly I blame the shoes.