NikkiNumberNine
Bluelighter
My drug background: I'm normally a stim-loving girl - meth and adderall - and I sometimes do coke, although overall I'm underwhelmed by it. I mean, it's nice, but just nice, not awesome. And It doesn't fuck me up seriously, just buzzes me a bit.
And I actually very rarely drink alcohol, because I don't care for depressants even as mild as that. So when I say rarely I mean, oh, twice a year. And even then, I don't get shit-faced puking drunk, although it doesn't take much to get me tipsy. A couple glasses of wine will leave me markedly less inhibited in my manner and conversation and somewhat impaired in my fine motor skills. My friends tell me I'm cute, although I think my being cute when I'm drunk is probably as much about the rarity of it as anything. I myself tend to find drunk people unattractive.
But I was at a big party Saturday night, and my host had informed me, before the event, that he had some really good champagne that he'd gotten just for me, because he knows I like good champagne. (Cheap champagne is terrible.)
And there was also some coke, for a few select people. Now I read right here on BlueLight that doing coke and alcohol creates a whole new chemical in your body, cocaethylene, and that piqued my curiosity. I would have thought that a depressant and a stimulant would just work against each other, so I wouldn't have thought to do both in one evening.
So I decided to see what that was like. I did two lines of coke, probably 1.5 inches in length and neither really fat nor really skinny, and drank a fairly large glass of wine, within about a fifteen minute period. (The coke went pretty fast, but the wine was too good to gulp.) I got up and walked around the party and within a few minutes realized, wow, I am pretty fucked up here, definitely more so that either the coke or the champagne alone would account for.
It wasn't like being drunk, exactly. I wasn't unsteady when I walked, like I often am when I drink. (Especially when I'm wearing high heels.) My lips did not get numb, which also often happens when I drink. My eye-hand coordination seemed fine.
Nor was it like a speedy coke-buzz. I did not feel up. I felt a little dissociated, if anything. You know that looking at the world through a distortion lens feeling? Yeah.
I was extremely uninhibited in my manner and conversation, though. You know all those things you know about people, but do not say aloud, because it would be rude? I said several of them, and I only stopped myself with GREAT difficulty from saying more. Whoops. I'm normally a pretty polite person, too. (Luckily no one seem inclined to take serious offense, probably because they'd been drinking too.)
About an hour later, I'd had another glass of wine, and was invited to do some more coke, so I did, two more lines. Oh wow, now I'm really fucked up. Again, no major loss in the walking/talking/putting on lipstick correctly department, but serious distortion lens/uninhibited feeling. And I could definitely not track any complex conversations or handle any kind of crisis that involved a fast response.
(Ladies in particular, be careful with this. I was among trusted friends and no one was trying to get in my pants who shouldn't have been there, but I bet I would have been fairly vulnerable to a predatory type of guy.)
I wasn't euphoric, though, my mood didn't change noticeably. I was in a good mood when I started and I stayed in a good mood, but it wasn't like speed that way.
And damn, it lasted a long time! Coke always wears off fast and usually alcohol, while it affects me quickly, doesn't last very long on me either. If I stop drinking, within an hour I usually feel relatively sober, even though I might not be legally.
But after the second round of coke + wine, the voice in back of my head said, "You should stop now. Or bad things will happen." I always listen to that voice, so I declined any more of anything. But still, I stayed fucked up for several hours after that. It had tapered off somewhat when I went to bed, but I was still feeling impaired, and I woke up after about six hours and thought, damn, I'm still sort of buzzed. I did not have any noticeable comedown/hangover, though.
I admit I'm not sure if I had 3 or 4 glasses of wine, but I know that I only did four lines of coke, and I was way more trashed than either one of those alone would explain. Way. I would advise caution in doing this, because even if you have a high tolerance for either coke or alcohol alone, the combination seems to be way more than the sum of the parts.
Cocaethylene: not something I'd do every day, but an interesting non-stim experience.
And I actually very rarely drink alcohol, because I don't care for depressants even as mild as that. So when I say rarely I mean, oh, twice a year. And even then, I don't get shit-faced puking drunk, although it doesn't take much to get me tipsy. A couple glasses of wine will leave me markedly less inhibited in my manner and conversation and somewhat impaired in my fine motor skills. My friends tell me I'm cute, although I think my being cute when I'm drunk is probably as much about the rarity of it as anything. I myself tend to find drunk people unattractive.
But I was at a big party Saturday night, and my host had informed me, before the event, that he had some really good champagne that he'd gotten just for me, because he knows I like good champagne. (Cheap champagne is terrible.)
And there was also some coke, for a few select people. Now I read right here on BlueLight that doing coke and alcohol creates a whole new chemical in your body, cocaethylene, and that piqued my curiosity. I would have thought that a depressant and a stimulant would just work against each other, so I wouldn't have thought to do both in one evening.
So I decided to see what that was like. I did two lines of coke, probably 1.5 inches in length and neither really fat nor really skinny, and drank a fairly large glass of wine, within about a fifteen minute period. (The coke went pretty fast, but the wine was too good to gulp.) I got up and walked around the party and within a few minutes realized, wow, I am pretty fucked up here, definitely more so that either the coke or the champagne alone would account for.
It wasn't like being drunk, exactly. I wasn't unsteady when I walked, like I often am when I drink. (Especially when I'm wearing high heels.) My lips did not get numb, which also often happens when I drink. My eye-hand coordination seemed fine.
Nor was it like a speedy coke-buzz. I did not feel up. I felt a little dissociated, if anything. You know that looking at the world through a distortion lens feeling? Yeah.
I was extremely uninhibited in my manner and conversation, though. You know all those things you know about people, but do not say aloud, because it would be rude? I said several of them, and I only stopped myself with GREAT difficulty from saying more. Whoops. I'm normally a pretty polite person, too. (Luckily no one seem inclined to take serious offense, probably because they'd been drinking too.)
About an hour later, I'd had another glass of wine, and was invited to do some more coke, so I did, two more lines. Oh wow, now I'm really fucked up. Again, no major loss in the walking/talking/putting on lipstick correctly department, but serious distortion lens/uninhibited feeling. And I could definitely not track any complex conversations or handle any kind of crisis that involved a fast response.
(Ladies in particular, be careful with this. I was among trusted friends and no one was trying to get in my pants who shouldn't have been there, but I bet I would have been fairly vulnerable to a predatory type of guy.)
I wasn't euphoric, though, my mood didn't change noticeably. I was in a good mood when I started and I stayed in a good mood, but it wasn't like speed that way.
And damn, it lasted a long time! Coke always wears off fast and usually alcohol, while it affects me quickly, doesn't last very long on me either. If I stop drinking, within an hour I usually feel relatively sober, even though I might not be legally.
But after the second round of coke + wine, the voice in back of my head said, "You should stop now. Or bad things will happen." I always listen to that voice, so I declined any more of anything. But still, I stayed fucked up for several hours after that. It had tapered off somewhat when I went to bed, but I was still feeling impaired, and I woke up after about six hours and thought, damn, I'm still sort of buzzed. I did not have any noticeable comedown/hangover, though.
I admit I'm not sure if I had 3 or 4 glasses of wine, but I know that I only did four lines of coke, and I was way more trashed than either one of those alone would explain. Way. I would advise caution in doing this, because even if you have a high tolerance for either coke or alcohol alone, the combination seems to be way more than the sum of the parts.
Cocaethylene: not something I'd do every day, but an interesting non-stim experience.
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