He dropkicked me out of the door onto my back

It was the summer after our freshman year when a dorm friend, Brett and I decided to make a road trip to our buddy, Evan's house in the Detroit suburbs.

On our way up there, we decided we were going to hop the border and party it up in Windsor, Canada, a short hour drive from Evan's place. We called Evan and he liked the idea also. So there we were with our plan all ready.

Nothing could go wrong, well at least not for me, I thought. We checked into our hotel, some 90 dollar a night rip-off of a room. Since the drinking age in Windsor is 19, I decided I was going to go buy beer legally for the first time. At the 'BEER' store, I bought a case of 12 LaBatt Wildcat bottles. We headed back to the room and did a quick pre-gaming.

Brett and I downed the 12 in a short 25 minutes. Being a 140 lb guy, I was hit from this. After this we headed to some shady nightclub. We paid our cover and went to the bar immediately. Before I knew it, we had all pounded down a quick 5 shots of Jose Cuervo.

This is where the story gets good.

We headed upstairs and had a few more drinks. After all this drinking, I had to piss. So I, beer in hand, head to the bathroom. As I am about to enter the bathroom, a little mexican bouncer grabs me and tells me to put my beer down. I acknowledged and headed further into the bathroom direction to put it on a counter.

Evidently senor didn't like this so he proceeded to grab me by my shoulders and haul me off to the backdoor. He opened it up, I step out and he did the unthinkable. He dropkicked me out of the door onto my back. Now for those who dont know what a dropkick is, it is when you jump horizontal and kick your enemy in the chest and then land on the ground on your side.

I came to my senses and then just sat in utter disbelief. I knew I had to get back into that club. So in a feeble attempt to go unnoticed, I walked back to our hotel and took off my outer shirt and stuck in on the rear wheel well of our car. No one will notice me, I thought.

So I headed back to the club, showed the bouncer my receipt, got in and went in to my friends and told them the story and had another beer. Since beer gets me pissing, I headed back to the bathroom, sans beer, but before I could get in the door, the little Mexican bouncer grabbed me, hit me in the gut and head locked me and drove me to the front bouncer of the club and told him not to let me in and pushed me out of the club.

Now I had no way of getting to my friends so I paid a kid to go look for my friends. I described Brett as a big bumbling teddy bear who likes to drink. Looking back on it, I am surprised he found my friend. They came out and we proceeded to walk around outside attempting to get in more clubs but were shut down because of my drunken stupor.

The final two hours of my being awake are a long gone memory of mine. Next morning when I woke up, I had the worst headache, bodyache, and bruise from the fall I had ever woked up to. I spent the next 12 hours being halfway dead, but it will be a death I cherish because of the great times with my dear friends.