I have to giver her credit, she didn't let it stop her from having fun

If you don't already know, football is life at Ole Miss. So, when it came time for the Georgia/ Ole Miss game, everyone loaded up their cars and headed for Athens. Two girls and I went knowing it would be fun. Little did we know just how crazy it would be.

Game day. We started tailgating early. And by the time we walked into the game, we were completely intoxicated. We lost the game, but we were still gonna party like we won! Since the alcohol was still calling the shots, despite the rain, we all decided to pop a squat behind a building. And after relieving ourselves, we realized we were going to have to jump off a very high wall to get to the SAE house.

Andrea went first, then me, then Adrienne. After jumping, Adrienne immediately fell to the ground holding her ankle. "I think I broke my ankle!" she screamed. Adrienne is one tough chick, and as drunk as she was, we knew it was bad.

Limping badly, she refused to go to the emergency room since she was drunk. We decided to hitch a ride to the frat house, and for her to drink her pain away. Wouldn't you know, we hitched a ride with a former trainer for the Ole Miss football team. "I think it's just a sprain," he told her.

At the frat house we started drinking, but Adrienne kept complaining about her pain, despite her increasing drunkenness. Soon a big crowd had gathered around her trying to be "doctors." Andrea and I finally got her to remove her shoe, and when she did blood flowed out of her shoe. I swear to God ya'll, her bone was sticking out of her foot!

"Adrienne, I thought you said your ankle was hurt!" we screamed.

"I can't feel me foot," she slurred back.

Well, shit. We needed to take her to the hospital but she refused. Not only that, but she put her shoe back on, and started to walk downtown--with no help from us might I add. "I don't want people to think I'm a baby," she explained when we tried to help her walk.

Adrienne wanted to go to a bar and we kinda wanted to go too, so we didn't argue. We got to the bar, and Adrienne got up on stage and started dancing. I have to give it to the girl, she refused to stop having fun just because of her foot.

Somehow we lost Adrienne, and hitched a ride back to the dorm. When we got back we realized we had left quite a few Ole Miss people behind, so against my better judgment I drove us back downtown. One by one, we packed about 15 people into my Trailblazer. Imagine 15 drunks and a drunk driver, trying to find a party and none of us knew the city.

We finally got to a party and drank the rest of the night. We never did find Adrienne.

The next morning we went back to Adrienne's dorm room. (She goes to UGA.) She was there passed out, shoe still on, blood still visible. She said everyone got freaked out when she came in limping and they sent the police and RA's to check on her. At one point, she said, there were about six different people in there, talking to her like she was absolutely psycho for not going on to the emergency room!

When we got back to Mississippi she called us and told us not only was her bone sticking out of her foot, but because she had walked, and danced on it all night, she tore 98% of the ligaments in her foot. She had to undergo major surgery, but hey, at least we had fun!