It was a good night, starting with pre-drinks at my friends, then a cab to 151, standing in line for 151, my friend knowing the security and getting taken to the front of the line and in before everyone else - which was good, as we both really needed to pee.
We had some cheap drinks, and danced, met some friends/work mates, more cheap drinks, and lots more dancing.
Till I started feeling a bit off.
At first I noticed I was dancing with my eyes closed more often then normal. Then the room kinda felt like it was spinning. I had already started drinking water before this point in time, but I drank some more water, and that didnt help, so I went to go sit down. As soon as I sat down, this one guy came and sat pretty close to me. Then about a minute later, this other guy came and sat down right next to me, and the guy on the other side moved closer to me, and thats when I freaked out, thinking wtf is happening, so I just left 151.
Thats all I can remember.
I didn't even remember how I got home, up the stairs, into my pjs and into bed.
I do remember not being able to talk properly and not being able to walk.
I do remember having no more then 8 drinks, and thats a standard night out for me. I've been so much more drunk then that, throwing up drunk, yet still be able to walk and talk, so I knew something was up.
I had to ask mum in the morning how I got home, and she told me my friend and one of her friends bought me home, carried me up the stairs and inside. Then mum told me she had to change me from my clothes to my pajamas and put me into bed. After I had had a spew. (Thanks mum for looking after me!)
So basically, I got my drink spiked.
It is seriously disgusting how people have to stoop that low to go and drug someones drink, with the possibility of wanting to rape whoevers drink they have spiked.
It's now just after midday on Saturday and I still feel queasy. I hope this never happens to me again, and I hope this never happens to anyone I know. It is an awful feeling.
