reliving last wednesday night
another cliche, but i never thought it would happen to me. i've read about it in magazines ranging from Seventeen to Cosmopolitan and i always thought that i was well-informed enough to avoid getting into that situation.
but it still happened, anyway.
last wednesday night (or more realistically, very early thursday morning), i passed out in Porch. no, i wasn't THAT drunk. i had around seven bottles that whole night, plus a glass of wine in Malate before heading to Makati. in Porch, all i had was a bottle of water. besides, i no matter how hella drunk i get, i never pass out. and no, i didn't take anythng (uppers or downers) that night, either.
the verdict? it must have been something in one of the drinks i had before i went to Porch. admittedly, i was careless enough to drink without even knowing where they were coming from. being with people you trust don't assure safety. after all, there are still evil beings out there who can get their dirty hands on you.
i woke up 6 hours after, in the apartment of this guy i haven't seen for quite a while now. his friend (let's call him R), who i was dancing with earlier in Porch, brought me there. i apparently passed out all of a sudden and since the place was near closing already, he decided that he should at least take me with him, even if he didn't know where to go. so he carried me going outside the bar and when we got to his friend's place, his friend had to carry me up 2 flights of stairs, dead weight and all.
how unglamorous. but i had to admit, it was endearing of them to go through such trouble.
when i woke up, my head was surprisingly clear, so imagine my surprise when i realized that the bed i was lying on wasn't my own. rolling over to my right, i saw R sleeping beside me. it wasn't a bad sight. actually, it was quite nice.
but he has a girlfriend. but that's another story.
of course, my friends were shocked to hear about what happened to me. they're just thankful that at least R had the decency to take me with him. after all, i wasn't meant to be his "baggage" that night.
i still can't help wondering what could have been put in my drink(drinks?). whatever it was, it felt like a date-rape drug. because i totally cannot recall anything except for my last conscious moments in Porch. and R told me that no matter how much he was slapping my face already (ouch), i still wasn't reacting. he became so praning that he had to put his face next to mine every once in a while just to hear me breathe.
the first thing he said to me when he woke up was, "hey, you're awake! glad to see you're alive!"
yep, so am i. believe me.
but it still happened, anyway.
last wednesday night (or more realistically, very early thursday morning), i passed out in Porch. no, i wasn't THAT drunk. i had around seven bottles that whole night, plus a glass of wine in Malate before heading to Makati. in Porch, all i had was a bottle of water. besides, i no matter how hella drunk i get, i never pass out. and no, i didn't take anythng (uppers or downers) that night, either.
the verdict? it must have been something in one of the drinks i had before i went to Porch. admittedly, i was careless enough to drink without even knowing where they were coming from. being with people you trust don't assure safety. after all, there are still evil beings out there who can get their dirty hands on you.
i woke up 6 hours after, in the apartment of this guy i haven't seen for quite a while now. his friend (let's call him R), who i was dancing with earlier in Porch, brought me there. i apparently passed out all of a sudden and since the place was near closing already, he decided that he should at least take me with him, even if he didn't know where to go. so he carried me going outside the bar and when we got to his friend's place, his friend had to carry me up 2 flights of stairs, dead weight and all.
how unglamorous. but i had to admit, it was endearing of them to go through such trouble.
when i woke up, my head was surprisingly clear, so imagine my surprise when i realized that the bed i was lying on wasn't my own. rolling over to my right, i saw R sleeping beside me. it wasn't a bad sight. actually, it was quite nice.
but he has a girlfriend. but that's another story.
of course, my friends were shocked to hear about what happened to me. they're just thankful that at least R had the decency to take me with him. after all, i wasn't meant to be his "baggage" that night.
i still can't help wondering what could have been put in my drink(drinks?). whatever it was, it felt like a date-rape drug. because i totally cannot recall anything except for my last conscious moments in Porch. and R told me that no matter how much he was slapping my face already (ouch), i still wasn't reacting. he became so praning that he had to put his face next to mine every once in a while just to hear me breathe.
the first thing he said to me when he woke up was, "hey, you're awake! glad to see you're alive!"
yep, so am i. believe me.