The St. Patty's Day to Remember

Among the many sites and cities I visited over the second travel week, from Budapest to Vienna to Prague to Salzburg, one of the memories I had no choice but to bring back with me, was St. Patrick's Day. After enjoying the beautiful city's castle, bridge and clock tower we went back to our hostel, had a rest and prepared to go out to an Irish Pub around the corner. After a few Irish drinks to get us in the spirit, my friends and I departed to a nearby club that was recommended to us.
In the dimly lit streets of Prague, I linked arms with my friend Molly and we strolled down the block with our hands in the pockets of our jackets. Before we could move, Molly tripped over the curb and flew me downward toward the concrete with her. She came up with a scrape on her chin and cheek as well as a bruise on her eyelid. I, however, was not so lucky.
I emerged from the concrete covered from head to toe in blood, not too sure what had happened. At first I was positive I had broken a tooth, but soon we eliminated that option as I flashed a her a big smile to be sure. Because I didn't have enough time to catch my fall as my hands were occupied, I landed right on my mouth where my tooth dug into my lip and I bit a chunk of the inside of my upper lip off. The blood continued to seep into the concrete below and crowds gathered but did nothing to help. All we could do was laugh, which only split my lip even more, but in those situations, really, what else can you do??
Molly quickly searched inside my purse for something, anything to help clean up the blood and took out the "piece of paper" from my purse to clean it up. That so-called piece of paper turned out to be our train tickets to Salzburg, our next destination, which had instantly been transformed into red tickets. It was an experience, to say the least, when we had to hand those tickets to the conductor of the train. He didn't really know how to react but seemed to be skeptically amused.
We had to move into the club, who obviously led us straight to their bathroom as my friends helped clean me up and I tried to calm down a hysterically crying Molly quite upset with guilt.
In the end, I returned to Paderno del Grappa not with souvineers, but with a slightly deformed lip on the outside and inside, bruised face and one heck of a story. Watch out for those Prague curbs...they'll get you.