Bi-Sexual Male / 22
So, tnis is NOTHING compared to the rest of what you guys have been dishing on this site... but I figured I'd share it.
Like I said, a lot of you are gonna say "oh that's nothing" but it's a big deal for ME.... AND, I think it's funny. ;)
So last night, I got blackout drunk for about 3 hours.... like BLACKOUT blackout drunk. Didn't remember doing anything.
I've had some issues with memory regardless during the past couple years, but this was awful... Not the first time I've been blackout drunk, but definitely the first time I so completely did not remember what happened to me.
I have a really really good friend who i'll call Jake who I like to go out with some times. He used to be a crazy club/punk/party boy but he's simmered down some; still loves his fun though. Because he's on probation, we have to drink early. The "reason" he brings me with him is so I can cut him off at a certain time and he can go to bed and blow zeroes if he gets randomly tested in the morning. Needless to say, that didn't happen last night.
We started about 7:30 at a local sports bar... it was Monday so it was DEAD... just me, him, and the bartender lady who he apparently knew quite well... she was a ha-lair-i-ous... guess her nickname's "turtle"... didn't ask why :p anyhow we drink, pick songs for the jukebox. i can tell by 10:30 - 11 that i've already had too much to drink. I'm a VERY lightweight. my body metabolizes EVERYTHING, RIGHT AWAY. Anyway... Jake, of course, tells me to keep drinking. I wasn't feeling very conversational, so I mostly listened to him and her, but mostly we played games on those little touch screen things they have at the bars. We started with regular Photo Hunt... the clean one, you know, with landscapes and stuff like that. But Jake was feeling frisky later so we tried out the XXX photo hunt.... little did we know, they had modified it since the last time we had tried it, and it now included full frontal genital nudity... LOL.... was NOT used to that. or expecting that lol. heck the bar lady played with us! adorable little thing, like 50 years old with white hair, healthy figure, snappy joker. we did both the girls and the boys. Jake likes boys... so of course he said EWWW when the pussy showed up. :p "looked just like roast beef." hahaha... ok but anyway. later on, he buys me these shots with goldschlager and something else in them... i dunno what was in them but he bought me 2 or 3 of them.
let's just say after that... i don't remember much.
here's what i do remember:
waking up, rather abruptly, in my bed at 11 am. no idea how i got there, who drove me home, how i got home, when i got home. i was just having the most HORRIBLE dream.... i dreamed that we decided later to the local college bar where the younger crowd and families that are native here go to a lot. it wasn't too busy, but there were about a dozen people there... i didn't drink another sip, but i was walking around with a smile plastered on my face and the worst empty feeling near my forehead... i remember sitting on the back patio... Jake's smoking with some of his friends. I try to ask him for a cigarette but he won't give me one. So after a while, i go over the vending machine for cigarettes and spend my last 6 dollars on a pack of marlboro light menthol 100s. in my dream, i'm so drunk that i can barely light the cigarette... the first one i grab breaks in half somehow and i remember carrying it with me all around the bar, just dangling by a strip of paper. the next thing i know, i'm outside Jake's apartment, presumably to drop him off. parked in the gravel parking lot, he's standing a few feet away from me in the grass... and he's mad with me... lecturing me about something, giving me like a life coaching. not like an angry life coaching but like what your dad would give you... like, look at what you're doing with your life, i'm disappointed blah blah blah you better shape up or else. i remember trying to listen but not being able to because i was SO drunk and about to pass out. but i was also extremely frightened BECAUSE i was so drunk and Jake seemed angry at me. i just stood there tense, trying to listen. i felt like crying but was too drunk and tired; just scared outta my wits. the next thing i remember is me waking up in bed, for real.
after some digging, i find the shirt and shorts i wore on the floor next to me. i check the pockets... no wallet, no keys, no phone; but my heart doesn't drop. i probably left them on the counter. still not able to fathom HOW i made it home and to my bed (with my contacts out i might add!!!!), i go to the bathroom where my keys are on the counter... sigh of relief. i go upstairs and see if my car's outside; it is, miraculously, and somehow, parked more nicely than usual. my wallet's on the counter. still can't find my phone. i check pockets, floor, car, everywhere. i start calling it; don't hear it. i'm a little worried cuz i had had a BAD text fight the night before last, and my background picture was a guy giving the finger. i facebook message Jake; he's busy, has to help his mom, and work. said i had the phone with me. keep looking... luckily i had the day off of work. finally, at 4:08 pm, my mom gets a call on her cell phone... from my phone. an AmAzIng little old lady in the apartment next to Jake's had found my phone in the grass and called my mom. BLESS HER SOUL! god i was SO grateful. i offered her five dollars but she adamantly refused. I am just SOOOO grateful to her. if you ever need anything, i gotcher back, Lady!!!
so anyhow... back to when i was waking up and walking around the house... what i soon pieced together was that the horrible, awful, terrifying i dream i just had WASN'T a dream... it was real. it had JUST happened. i must've fallen in the street or something... i forgot maybe the scariest part of the dream. before Jake is lecturing me outside his apartment, i remember wandering in the streets in the three short blocks between the college bar and Jake's apartment. i was really terrified and really drunk; that's all i could remember.
does it sound like i got roofied?? is that what being roofied feels like?? i don't know...
anyway, when i woke up this morning, there was a raw scrape on my right shoulder and my right leg was all banged up too. still don't know how it happened. i tried to get the story out of jake, but he just had too much to do today. Anyway.... if he tells me the rest, i'll fill in the gaps for ya ;) hehehehe.... hope you found this crazy embarrassing night as funny as i did; i was scared shitless at first, but now that i'm awake and lucid (lol) i can look back and say it's funny. lemme know if anything similar's happened to you!
Like I said, a lot of you are gonna say "oh that's nothing" but it's a big deal for ME.... AND, I think it's funny. ;)
So last night, I got blackout drunk for about 3 hours.... like BLACKOUT blackout drunk. Didn't remember doing anything.
I've had some issues with memory regardless during the past couple years, but this was awful... Not the first time I've been blackout drunk, but definitely the first time I so completely did not remember what happened to me.
I have a really really good friend who i'll call Jake who I like to go out with some times. He used to be a crazy club/punk/party boy but he's simmered down some; still loves his fun though. Because he's on probation, we have to drink early. The "reason" he brings me with him is so I can cut him off at a certain time and he can go to bed and blow zeroes if he gets randomly tested in the morning. Needless to say, that didn't happen last night.
We started about 7:30 at a local sports bar... it was Monday so it was DEAD... just me, him, and the bartender lady who he apparently knew quite well... she was a ha-lair-i-ous... guess her nickname's "turtle"... didn't ask why :p anyhow we drink, pick songs for the jukebox. i can tell by 10:30 - 11 that i've already had too much to drink. I'm a VERY lightweight. my body metabolizes EVERYTHING, RIGHT AWAY. Anyway... Jake, of course, tells me to keep drinking. I wasn't feeling very conversational, so I mostly listened to him and her, but mostly we played games on those little touch screen things they have at the bars. We started with regular Photo Hunt... the clean one, you know, with landscapes and stuff like that. But Jake was feeling frisky later so we tried out the XXX photo hunt.... little did we know, they had modified it since the last time we had tried it, and it now included full frontal genital nudity... LOL.... was NOT used to that. or expecting that lol. heck the bar lady played with us! adorable little thing, like 50 years old with white hair, healthy figure, snappy joker. we did both the girls and the boys. Jake likes boys... so of course he said EWWW when the pussy showed up. :p "looked just like roast beef." hahaha... ok but anyway. later on, he buys me these shots with goldschlager and something else in them... i dunno what was in them but he bought me 2 or 3 of them.
let's just say after that... i don't remember much.
here's what i do remember:
waking up, rather abruptly, in my bed at 11 am. no idea how i got there, who drove me home, how i got home, when i got home. i was just having the most HORRIBLE dream.... i dreamed that we decided later to the local college bar where the younger crowd and families that are native here go to a lot. it wasn't too busy, but there were about a dozen people there... i didn't drink another sip, but i was walking around with a smile plastered on my face and the worst empty feeling near my forehead... i remember sitting on the back patio... Jake's smoking with some of his friends. I try to ask him for a cigarette but he won't give me one. So after a while, i go over the vending machine for cigarettes and spend my last 6 dollars on a pack of marlboro light menthol 100s. in my dream, i'm so drunk that i can barely light the cigarette... the first one i grab breaks in half somehow and i remember carrying it with me all around the bar, just dangling by a strip of paper. the next thing i know, i'm outside Jake's apartment, presumably to drop him off. parked in the gravel parking lot, he's standing a few feet away from me in the grass... and he's mad with me... lecturing me about something, giving me like a life coaching. not like an angry life coaching but like what your dad would give you... like, look at what you're doing with your life, i'm disappointed blah blah blah you better shape up or else. i remember trying to listen but not being able to because i was SO drunk and about to pass out. but i was also extremely frightened BECAUSE i was so drunk and Jake seemed angry at me. i just stood there tense, trying to listen. i felt like crying but was too drunk and tired; just scared outta my wits. the next thing i remember is me waking up in bed, for real.
after some digging, i find the shirt and shorts i wore on the floor next to me. i check the pockets... no wallet, no keys, no phone; but my heart doesn't drop. i probably left them on the counter. still not able to fathom HOW i made it home and to my bed (with my contacts out i might add!!!!), i go to the bathroom where my keys are on the counter... sigh of relief. i go upstairs and see if my car's outside; it is, miraculously, and somehow, parked more nicely than usual. my wallet's on the counter. still can't find my phone. i check pockets, floor, car, everywhere. i start calling it; don't hear it. i'm a little worried cuz i had had a BAD text fight the night before last, and my background picture was a guy giving the finger. i facebook message Jake; he's busy, has to help his mom, and work. said i had the phone with me. keep looking... luckily i had the day off of work. finally, at 4:08 pm, my mom gets a call on her cell phone... from my phone. an AmAzIng little old lady in the apartment next to Jake's had found my phone in the grass and called my mom. BLESS HER SOUL! god i was SO grateful. i offered her five dollars but she adamantly refused. I am just SOOOO grateful to her. if you ever need anything, i gotcher back, Lady!!!
so anyhow... back to when i was waking up and walking around the house... what i soon pieced together was that the horrible, awful, terrifying i dream i just had WASN'T a dream... it was real. it had JUST happened. i must've fallen in the street or something... i forgot maybe the scariest part of the dream. before Jake is lecturing me outside his apartment, i remember wandering in the streets in the three short blocks between the college bar and Jake's apartment. i was really terrified and really drunk; that's all i could remember.
does it sound like i got roofied?? is that what being roofied feels like?? i don't know...
anyway, when i woke up this morning, there was a raw scrape on my right shoulder and my right leg was all banged up too. still don't know how it happened. i tried to get the story out of jake, but he just had too much to do today. Anyway.... if he tells me the rest, i'll fill in the gaps for ya ;) hehehehe.... hope you found this crazy embarrassing night as funny as i did; i was scared shitless at first, but now that i'm awake and lucid (lol) i can look back and say it's funny. lemme know if anything similar's happened to you!
