City is Dangerous
I got drugged at a Morrissey after-party.
It's okay though, I made it home, staggering, not being able to stand up right or keep my balance or talk coherently.
Fell down a few times. Got some good bruises on my head and my shoulder blade (?). Forgot a lot.
I didn't really realize it at the time.
I had 3 girly mix drinks at the bar and was suddenly way gone.
I am putting this gently when I say I'm not a lightweight.
I've finished fifths of vodka in the span of a day. easily.
so no, it definitely wasn't just me being drunk.
I was naive and trusted the door guy to watch my drink when I went outside.
It was also suspicious that when I did leave, he ran after me to ask if I was okay making it home.
(seemed like a nice enough gesture). probably helped that i left before the place closed, kind of abruptly,
and was on the phone with joel most of the way home.
I don't really get how I did make it out of that situation safely.
Scary to think about how much worse it could have been.
But alas, nothing negative. I try to think of it like... wow that saved me a lot of money on drinks
AND I got like 13 hours of sleep last night. yay.... not.
bleh.
Oh well. Other than that, the place was sweet, the people were cool and it was almost entirely smiths and morrissey music. pretty awesome. I stompy danced up a storm.
An experience, a lesson learned, a sore right side from walking home leaning to the left.
I guess these things really do happen.
It's okay though, I made it home, staggering, not being able to stand up right or keep my balance or talk coherently.
Fell down a few times. Got some good bruises on my head and my shoulder blade (?). Forgot a lot.
I didn't really realize it at the time.
I had 3 girly mix drinks at the bar and was suddenly way gone.
I am putting this gently when I say I'm not a lightweight.
I've finished fifths of vodka in the span of a day. easily.
so no, it definitely wasn't just me being drunk.
I was naive and trusted the door guy to watch my drink when I went outside.
It was also suspicious that when I did leave, he ran after me to ask if I was okay making it home.
(seemed like a nice enough gesture). probably helped that i left before the place closed, kind of abruptly,
and was on the phone with joel most of the way home.
I don't really get how I did make it out of that situation safely.
Scary to think about how much worse it could have been.
But alas, nothing negative. I try to think of it like... wow that saved me a lot of money on drinks
AND I got like 13 hours of sleep last night. yay.... not.
bleh.
Oh well. Other than that, the place was sweet, the people were cool and it was almost entirely smiths and morrissey music. pretty awesome. I stompy danced up a storm.
An experience, a lesson learned, a sore right side from walking home leaning to the left.
I guess these things really do happen.