Chin first

On Friday night I went, with Vincent and Rodrigo from work, to club Pyms in Rennes. Pyms puts on partner dancing once a month: Salsa downstairs and some Rock and Swing upstairs. The upstairs room was very empty and the DJ put on some dreary old R&B record and, as far as I can tell, buggered off downstairs to dance Salsa for half an hour. When the music started to liven up again I was keen to dance with one of the few remaining Lindy follows who had not gone home already. I might have overdone it a bit…

The floor was slippery, we already knew that, I’d slipped over during my first dance with Matilda.

“That was great”, said Rodrigo, “It’s a real shame I left my camera in the cloakroom; I wanted to have a photo of you on the floor”

Vincent said he’d seen someone else hit the floor. You can see where this is leading, can’t you? It happened a second time, but much worse:
J’ai glissé, Je suis tombé par terre.

The floor came up and hit me.

I measured my length.

I hit the the ground chin first.

Vincent took me to the emergency room.

I have four stitches hidden in the beard!