Moral of the Story: Jumping graveyard fences while intoxicated is a bad idea!

I woke up yesterday with a swollen, bruised and sore ankle. (Which apparently is a GRRRRR-EAT excuse to skip el gymmo!) Why was my ankle sore you may ask? What started out as an innocent night in the ghetto, watching the game and drinking a beer turned into many beers and tequilla shots. Somehow we ended up walking downtown, only to realise the gate to the graveyard (which is normally the perfect shortcut) was closed. And this isn't an easy gate to jump over at all! It was tall, with a row of spikes at the top. Makes for a very awkward climb! The whole point of this post is that jumping graveyard fences while intoxicated is a bad idea! I have first hand experience.