I think my drink was spiked.
Last night was GREAT.
Was having a good time, a little drunk and keeping it at that level with tactical doses of alcohol at predetermined times - I did not want to get too drunk and be thrown out or something, so I pretty much only drank to keep myself at a constant level of light inebriation. And it worked.
Until around midnight-ish. I felt a little bit drunk-er than I was happy with, so I switched to non alcoholic drinks. Yet I continued to feel myself becoming more and more drunk. Which was odd in itself, but it wasn't too bad so I just passed it off as the alcohol from before kicking in when I went downstairs in the cold air to have a smoke. Continued drinking non-alcoholic drinks.
At that stage Kyle wanted to head off, and I couldn't make krissy sit still for more than three minutes. So I decided I should go myself, at this stage I was starting to feel tired and sick. Still not drinking alcoholic beverages. By this time it was about 1am. I found krissy and brad, told them that I was going to try and get home, then went to see if I could get home.
Okay now that is where it gets really weird. I am at a loss to explain how I got home. Some people, thats perfectly normal to them. Not me. I remember EVERYTHING from when I am drunk, regardless.
Somehow I made it home. Don't even know how.
But I DO remember the horrible horrible morning I had. Woke up at some ungodly hour of the morning, sprawled out on my bed half naked like I was in the middle of undressing and passed out. Barely made it to the toilet to hurl, running smack bang into the wall on the way (another weird, my co-ordination is never THAT messed up). Hurled blue stuff. Blue. I was drinking whisky with dry ginger ale when I was drinking alcohol, and lemon lime & bitters when I was drinking non-alcoholic drinks. WHERE THE FUCK DID THE BLUE COME FROM?
Hurled up the entire contents of my stomach, passed out in my bathroom in front of the toilet. Came to a little bit later, realised I was brutally cold, shaking...and yet I was sweating. Profusely. I got up and shakily transferred myself to my bed, where I just lay in total agony for hours. Cold, head was pounding like there was some insame jackhammer inside trying to escape. Moving only made the jackhammer angry. Sweaty.
At that stage I was almost going to call the ambos, but managed to make myself calm down. I have a vague recollection of drinking lots of water, crawling back into bed and just laying there.
Must have worked, because I woke up about half an hour ago, and feel strangely fine. Not even the whole "morning after" seediness.
Another reason to suspect my drink was spiked. But why?
I have no mobile credit left either. I must have called someone or sent an assload of messages. There are a few in my sent messages box...but not enough to quantify a missing $40 worth of credit. Right about now I am kinda freaked out.
Was having a good time, a little drunk and keeping it at that level with tactical doses of alcohol at predetermined times - I did not want to get too drunk and be thrown out or something, so I pretty much only drank to keep myself at a constant level of light inebriation. And it worked.
Until around midnight-ish. I felt a little bit drunk-er than I was happy with, so I switched to non alcoholic drinks. Yet I continued to feel myself becoming more and more drunk. Which was odd in itself, but it wasn't too bad so I just passed it off as the alcohol from before kicking in when I went downstairs in the cold air to have a smoke. Continued drinking non-alcoholic drinks.
At that stage Kyle wanted to head off, and I couldn't make krissy sit still for more than three minutes. So I decided I should go myself, at this stage I was starting to feel tired and sick. Still not drinking alcoholic beverages. By this time it was about 1am. I found krissy and brad, told them that I was going to try and get home, then went to see if I could get home.
Okay now that is where it gets really weird. I am at a loss to explain how I got home. Some people, thats perfectly normal to them. Not me. I remember EVERYTHING from when I am drunk, regardless.
Somehow I made it home. Don't even know how.
But I DO remember the horrible horrible morning I had. Woke up at some ungodly hour of the morning, sprawled out on my bed half naked like I was in the middle of undressing and passed out. Barely made it to the toilet to hurl, running smack bang into the wall on the way (another weird, my co-ordination is never THAT messed up). Hurled blue stuff. Blue. I was drinking whisky with dry ginger ale when I was drinking alcohol, and lemon lime & bitters when I was drinking non-alcoholic drinks. WHERE THE FUCK DID THE BLUE COME FROM?
Hurled up the entire contents of my stomach, passed out in my bathroom in front of the toilet. Came to a little bit later, realised I was brutally cold, shaking...and yet I was sweating. Profusely. I got up and shakily transferred myself to my bed, where I just lay in total agony for hours. Cold, head was pounding like there was some insame jackhammer inside trying to escape. Moving only made the jackhammer angry. Sweaty.
At that stage I was almost going to call the ambos, but managed to make myself calm down. I have a vague recollection of drinking lots of water, crawling back into bed and just laying there.
Must have worked, because I woke up about half an hour ago, and feel strangely fine. Not even the whole "morning after" seediness.
Another reason to suspect my drink was spiked. But why?
I have no mobile credit left either. I must have called someone or sent an assload of messages. There are a few in my sent messages box...but not enough to quantify a missing $40 worth of credit. Right about now I am kinda freaked out.