baaaaaaaaaah.

dislocating a knee sucks.
dislocating a knee while drunk at a kickass party sucks even more.

but i think what sucks even more than that is trying to walk or stand with said knee, swollen to 5 times its normal size, the morning after said kickass party and not being hungover at all. i mean, if i feel like ass or hurt in any way, i want it to be because i drank myself into a stupor, not because my knee decided that 1:00 a.m., when i'm having a wonderful time, was a good time to dislodge for the first time in...a couple of years.

so, that said, i doubt we'll be making it to Dunwoody today. :/ sorry guys. i was really looking forward to it, but the whole 'not being able to walk or sit or stand' thing might get in the way...

edit: in case i forgot to mention it, because it has been brought to my attention that i did, ben won the drinking contest when i forfeited due to falling over and dislocating my knee (though in reverse order). i think serious bodily injury is an automatic forfeit in cases such as that. so, official score:

ben: 2
maggie: 2

anyhoo, as winner, he won the prize of all prizes: ownership rights to "our" iPod which he bought. that lucky, lucky bastard. had i not fallen over, i totally would have caught up and beat him.

...yeah. probably not.

so, in the pre-"4th-of-july-party" drinking contest, i came out ahead. go figure. so, in the category of drinknng contests, i guess that brings the total score to:

ben: 1
maggie: 2

that's right...i won. again. and to think it all started where it first started...chili's in hiram. the poor thing is already passed out. i had at least another couple of beers in me before i gave in (*to clarify: meaning that i could have kept drinking, but i chose not to). at least there was no puking or falling down the porch this time. that's always a plus (for me, at least. he can't say the same...i only seem to throw up or endanger myself when flerly is around to take care of me).

wooooooot! i'm the winner! and what do winners get?

that's right. breakfast, made to order by the loser...and probably my ass handed to me during tomorrow night's drinking contest, for which tonight was serving as "training." at least i can say i'm a good coach.

oh, winners also get two new tires and an alignment for $266.84...because when they have a flat (and by "flat", i mean "a gash in the side of the tire"), and Tires Plus doesn't carry the brand of tire currently on said winner's car, and said winner's car's front passenger-side tire is also looking sketchy, they recommend that you replace not one tire, but two. and get an alignment, which turned out to be highly necessary. and then they tell you that your wheel is bent, which is always fun to look forward to paying $1,240,578.54 to fix, even though said winner's car is 500 years old and has 4,500,324,567 miles on it.

so, i guess in the grand scheme of things, i didn't really come out ahead...

but at least i won the drinking contest. hahahahhaaaaaa. success!

*quote not from a movie, but from a TV show...since we're apparently doing this whole "quoting" thing now, thanks to squatting_jedi