It is true. On Saturday, I left the BC 54-0 blowout mid-game to resume tailgating, but the Bostoncollegenfaghensthal Secret Police wouldn't let me back on Shea Field to continue the festivities. Bumfuzzled, I walked to Mary Ann's, some 3/4 mile from campus.
On the walk back from Mary Ann's around the Reservoir, I may/may not have been veering into the road a little bit. A cab clipped me, spun me around and I fell on my arse. A crowd gathered. The cab didn't so much as stop. A trooper came over and in light of my bleeding and drunkenness, called for a bus. So the ambulance took me to St. E's where I spent the next several hours. They wouldn't let me leave while drunk. My bum is sore and I have a few cuts/scrapes.
Finally at 1am, I put my clothes on, turned the monitors to silent when I took them off, pulled out my IV and started strolling out the door. The nurses could see I was leaving one way or another and I signed some papers and took off. They weren't thrilled I pulled my IV.
In the words of Will Ferrell in Elf, "The yellow ones don't stop."
