The story of my bruise

So my friends and I went to a bar called The Saddle Ranch on Sunset. They are most famous for having a mechanical bull in one corner of the bar/restaurant - I'm sure you've heard of it or at least scene it in tv shows, the two I can think of are Sex and the City and Desperate Housewives. Anyways - so what does Melissa think about doing? DAMN STRAIGHT! I bought myself two rides on the bull. So I finally get the nerve (with some help from an Alabama Slamma) and go see HAAS who controls the bull. He told me that since he works off of tips, the nicer I was to him, the nicer he would be to me (on the bull). Let me say that I have never ran for money in my life. Anyways, so I put some money in the tip jar(only $3 since he wasnt watching) and make my way to the bull. My friends are waiting to the side - cheering me on. I get on the bull, laughing my ass off obviously. Then, the ride begins. I think I lasted 10 seconds or so. I landed on my hip - hard. Then I get up and get back on. The second ride lasted about 15 seconds and this time I landed on my knee. So I'm all excited and I go outside with a friend to smoke when low and behold BOLO from the Amazing Race strolls by. We jump on him asking him questions about the race and how they did it. Totally cool.