Drink spiking

I think my drink was spiked last night. I have no recollection whatsoever for 30 min-1 hour of the evening, and from about 10:30pm my memory’s really fragmented, but I don’t remember drinking enough to have that effect, and everybody who I’ve spoken to since says I was extra friendly, fun and energetic, and not at all drunk and messy.

I arrived at the farewell (which was held somewhere where I know a lot of the staff) at 6:30pm, when I had my first champagne. We had a huge bar tab, so it was a pretty loose night for everyone. I can remember having 4 glasses of champagne, and 4 shots between the time I arrived and 11:30 when I left. I left my drink on the table in our section of the bar numerous times – I wasn’t at all keeping an eye out. I felt at home, and it was a false sense of security.

I remember telling people how much I adored them, and I remember M called me to say good night, and I went outside to speak to him. I was so overtly sexual in the phone call that he decided to drive an hour to the bar to pick me up and sleep at mine.

I bumped into a staff member today who said that we had a long conversation between 10:30 and 11:30pm. He said I was really friendly and not at all messy. Yet I don’t remember even seeing him.

I remember grabbing a couple of sweet potato fries (amazing!) as I left, seeing M’s car, and walking up to it. I very vaguely remember the ride home. The last thing I remember is being outside my house, and not wanting to move because I felt like I was going to throw up, and I knew the moment would likely pass and I wouldn’t be sick. After that, no memory whatsoever until 6am when I woke up to go to the bathroom.

I woke up with a lot of energy, and gave M head. In passing conversation when him and I woke again at 7am, he mentioned that we had had sex the night before, and I was immediately confused, because I don’t remember anything like that happening. Like… to my memory… we. did. not. have. sex. I love sex with M. I would not forget sex. Apparently I gave him head, and then begged him to fuck me, and he did, before coming in my mouth again. Apparently I rode him and came all over his stomach. Apparently I was really high energy throughout the whole thing, and the only significant difference was that minutes after we finished, I was asleep.

I next awoke to a phone call at 10:30 – K asking me if I was coming to my casting as planned – I felt very groggy. It was around this time that I peed in a urine sample cup. GHB, a drug commonly used to spike drinks, cannot be detected after 12 hours, so if it’s there, I hope I got it in time!

I didn’t have time to hand it to the doctor today, but I’m getting it checked out tomorrow. I know my body, and I know what alcohol does to it. I know how it feels to be drunk. This was more like a very clean MDMA high, but with memory loss obviously. So clean that there’s no obvious come-up.

I feel so lucky that everything turned out so well. I had a great night, and everyone around me did too (I hope). Not being able to remember is scary though, and I feel like I have to prove that I’m not a crazy party animal who can’t handle her alcohol. This experience makes me doubt myself, because it is strange that I didn’t know at the time. It makes me wonder how well I know my body.

I learnt the valuable lesson to always have a plan of how you’re getting home, preferably with someone else. Always party with people you know and trust, because they’ll look out for you if shit goes weird and, of course, always watch your drink, because if you’re not maybe someone else is!