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gemsybobsySo, last weekend, the night before I left for 'Murrrca, I think my drink got spiked. Jeannie, Dan, Anna, John and me went to see Harry Potter (cry forever) and then Jeannie, Dan and I went to the Dungeon. I was dancing most of the night, by our table, upon which was 39864 purple WKDs and my pint of lager, of which, throughout the night, I consumed four. I'm sure it was four, and only four. Might've even been three. I was Taking it Easy because I was travelling the next day. I was going nuts on the dance floor and generally drawing attention to myself as usual, and we had a great time. We sat outside in the garden for a while and chatted to people. There was some beef when Sarah and some of our other mates showed up, because two of the boys don't like each other. But other than that, all was fine and dandy, a standard all-round wicked Dungeony night. I remember all of it being normal, tipsy drunk and loving it. Soon it was time to go home, and from there, the rest of the night is a patchy blur. Jeannie and Dan went off to catch the night bus to Hythe, and I went on with Sarah to Junk in a cab, where we planned to meet the other mates who had left a bit earlier - not that I remember that beyond saying to Sarah, 'I might come with you, actually.' I remember going out past the cloakroom of the Dinge and saying thank you to the bouncers, then nothing until I got to Junk, where I remember paying to get in and Sarah gave her coat to the cloakroom attendant there. Then I remember running straight onto the dancefloor with the others, where I remained for about five minutes before heading off to the loo, definitely NOT feeling sick. I have a vague memory of finding the stairs a bit dark and tricky, then the next thing I know I'm waking up on the floor in a toilet cubicle and I'm being hideously sick. Then I must've passed out again because my next hazy memory is of being manhandled. I remember someone trying to rouse me by shaking me, and then grabbing me under the arms and hauling me up, and saying, 'Come on, you've got to go.' I could hear no music, and no people at all, so figured it was past closing time, and my friends must've gone. Then I remember sitting on concrete, and fumbling around in my bag, and a policeman was chuckling and he said to somebody else, 'It's okay, we'll take her home.' Then I was in a car, and my artificial eye was missing, and people were repeating my name, and 'Are you going to be sick?' and a plastic bag was shoved into my hands, and they said, 'What's your address?' and repeated my name again and again and I just wanted them to shut up but I couldn't talk, I just couldn't talk, but I must've done because they knew my name and I got home and if I wasn't speaking the ambulance that followed me and the police car home would've taken me to hospital, right?
I then remember knocking on our front door and telling the dogs to shut up and trying to shout because I knew it would take a lot for Anna to hear me but I couldn't shout, I remember trying to explain to her what had happened and I was embarrassed because I'd wasted the policeman's time and I was angry that this had happened to me at all, and I just couldn't speak, but Anna said I was wailing, 'I've lost my eye,' and she said that I collapsed against the wall and she and the copper had to help me up and walk me through the door, and there was laughing again and a voice telling me not to drink so much next time, and then I woke up in bed and it was morning and I was still in all my clothes apart from my boots; Anna said she had taken them off, and the first thing I did was laugh, because 'Lmao, I got too drunk again, this is getting to be a habit, lol lol... oh shit my phone is missing, oh lol, lost my eye lol that's hilaire that must've been a shock, no wonder they called an ambulance, oh man I really can't be without my phone! But at least I didn't get attacked, lol lol, right I have to go and borrow a phone, pack, print tickets and get on an aeroplane, lol yeah I must've got spiked lol lol, but I have no time for visiting the police and the clubs and stuff...' I rushed around that day on pure adrenaline and I wasn't hungover in the slightest, but I was shaking and having trouble getting the in out sentences right the in words order.
But then I was on an aeroplane and in America and eating amazing food and visiting brilliant places with wonderful people and watching Soundgarden and I forgot about it all. I guess I had to get it out now because I'm lying here in my own rubbish, squeaky bed for the first time since that night and I'm unable to sleep and I know I should be angry and upset but I'm just not. Oh, sertraline. Anna was shocked because she knows me and knows that while I do sometimes go overboard with drinking, the only result of it is the usual dehydration fail in the morning. I never lose my memory, at all, I never slur my words, I never throw up. So I don't know. Maybe it was just nerves or a bug or something.
I then remember knocking on our front door and telling the dogs to shut up and trying to shout because I knew it would take a lot for Anna to hear me but I couldn't shout, I remember trying to explain to her what had happened and I was embarrassed because I'd wasted the policeman's time and I was angry that this had happened to me at all, and I just couldn't speak, but Anna said I was wailing, 'I've lost my eye,' and she said that I collapsed against the wall and she and the copper had to help me up and walk me through the door, and there was laughing again and a voice telling me not to drink so much next time, and then I woke up in bed and it was morning and I was still in all my clothes apart from my boots; Anna said she had taken them off, and the first thing I did was laugh, because 'Lmao, I got too drunk again, this is getting to be a habit, lol lol... oh shit my phone is missing, oh lol, lost my eye lol that's hilaire that must've been a shock, no wonder they called an ambulance, oh man I really can't be without my phone! But at least I didn't get attacked, lol lol, right I have to go and borrow a phone, pack, print tickets and get on an aeroplane, lol yeah I must've got spiked lol lol, but I have no time for visiting the police and the clubs and stuff...' I rushed around that day on pure adrenaline and I wasn't hungover in the slightest, but I was shaking and having trouble getting the in out sentences right the in words order.
But then I was on an aeroplane and in America and eating amazing food and visiting brilliant places with wonderful people and watching Soundgarden and I forgot about it all. I guess I had to get it out now because I'm lying here in my own rubbish, squeaky bed for the first time since that night and I'm unable to sleep and I know I should be angry and upset but I'm just not. Oh, sertraline. Anna was shocked because she knows me and knows that while I do sometimes go overboard with drinking, the only result of it is the usual dehydration fail in the morning. I never lose my memory, at all, I never slur my words, I never throw up. So I don't know. Maybe it was just nerves or a bug or something.
