Up until yesterday I had been having a an major sleep trouble for like a week and a half. Fortunately I was prescribed some temazepam to try help me rest better and they worked on the Wednesday and Thursday before. Some time in the morning on Friday I smoked a little bit of weed and got really high but had the day and afternoon cleaning to help straighten me out plenty. I had two glasses of champagne after dinner. Also notable, I am writing this Saturday after having straightened out from a nap earlier.
Skip forward to later in the evening and I am at a friend's 21st house party. I had not really wanted to go to this party but I had been convinced by some friends to go and help them enjoy their evening. I had arranged with another friend to go halves on a bottle of vodka and she had already arrived when we got there so I began drinking tall glasses of that with orange juice. This continued almost constantly as far as I can remember and eventually I guess I got pretty drunk. I think I remember being pretty lucid for a while still after this and talking to a few different people at the party. There was a weird tension in the air because the girl who I went halves with on vodka (S) was having mad beef with the 21st party host. They had words like several times through the night and the host kept looking at me with this like "can you control her look?" and mouthing things silently to that extent. It didn't really phase me too much as I didn't take it personally and found it more amusing than anything.
My memory unfortunately begins to fail me here so the details are sketchy. Later in the party M arrived with our friend Nick and some other guy whose name I never quite mastered. For some reason, despite the cold Canberra weather I ended up hanging out and chatting to people on the front balcony and steps of the two story house. I will edit this section later when I check details with other people and piece in more information. M revealed that he had acid on him and that him and his unnamed friend were either tripping or planning to that evening. I asked him for some but don't remember how much I paid or how many I took. I dropped them as soon as I got them. I don't even know what form it was in but I'm assuming blotters. I don't recall what the picture or blotter art was, or if there even was any. This is highly uncharacteristic of me. Of course it'd be lsd, but I still like to know exactly what I'm taking for later research and reference. My memory is then completely blank but I have been told,
"you passed out on a chair as the party was finishing up, and you started throughing up while unconscious. it was really freky"(sic) [no pun intended]
and
"so anyway. we just took your jacket off and hosed that motherfucker down. it wasn't a big deal. people were mainly talking about S being really fucking drunk and making a racket. it was on the porch luckely, so it was no problem. and you threw up heeeaaaps. it was all pasta shit or somehitng"
I don't recall this but it would be supported by the small amount of what smelt like vodka/pasta spew on the front of my pants.
My next waking memory is being suddenly at Nick's house in a completely different suburb and him immediately going to bed and leaving us (me, M and unnamed guy) with his laptop. I have no recollection of how we got there but I think I agreed to go because M said he would split a taxi with me from there. I don't know if we were trying to do something specifically or just bored and hoping to find something cool. But none of us could muster the mental clarity to control it. I'm normally a highly competent computer user, I've used them since I was like 4. But it was like being 4 again trying to get anything happening on it. I particuarly struggled with the touchpad for mouse thingy I think.
Because Nick had gone to bed, we decided it was probably time to make our next move. At this point I think M decided that he was going to stay or at least go over to unnamed guy's house. They invited me along but I decided against as I had originally planned to just taxi back from the party and come home and enjoy my new adsl2 connection.
Then we're suddenly at a petrol station come convenience store, possibly in another suburb still. I guess I must have been hungry, but I'm not sure why I was buying anything in the first place. I was completely unable to hide my complete drunkeness and the acid was making me act and feel like I looked extra-dodgy to the indian worker guy there. When I was at the counter buying something he mentioned some special deal or promotion they were having. I totally dont understand what it was but somehow I ended up with like 4 small packets of weird shaped Twisties and only those. I dont understand why I would have even bought one of those shitty snacks in the first place. I enjoyed the salt fix anyway once we left the store. Then we cross this main road and stand outside some houses opposite to the petrol station where the guy is still looking at us from, like 800m away. I gorge myself with bizarre Twisties and the next thing I know, unnamed guy has called a taxi, presumably for me? M and unnamed guy decide to start heading to his house. I'm not even sure if we said goodbye but I just remember watching them walk away and being like "uh oh, what the fuck do I do now? How am I going to get home?". I had a mobile phone but only like $2 credit and our city has this new notoriously impossible automated voice answering thing to order taxis with. I've tried it before on my mobile and it couldn't understand what I was saying and took ages before I had to give up. I crossed the road and headed to the petrol station thinking maybe I could either find a pay phone or get the Indian dude to try call them for me. Before I made it quite onto the petrol station property I remembered that unnamed guy had called a taxi but they had left. It suddenly dawned on me that it was either for me, or that I could take that taxi. Immediately as I turned around and started heading back to the house that guy had called it from I saw a taxi drive past, then do a u turn and come back to arrive in that driveway. I felt very happy I'm sure, but I don't remember.
I was an absolute Sketch King trying to deal with the Chinese taxi driver but he was really nice to me. I think after a short while of hearing me talk and wig out over nothing he started to get a bit scared of me or at least scared that I would do a runner. Ironically, the main road right near my house is getting a huge renovation and there is major construction stuff everywhere and lots of roads cut off and limited. I didn't give the driver the right directions in time and he started heading into this area which was really dark cause all the street lights were off cause of the construction. Then suddenly I'm like "oh just stop here, this is close enough to my house anyway, I can make it from here" and he's like "ARE YOU SURE? IM HAPPY TO TAKE YOU TO YOUR HOME, NO EXTRA CHARGE". He didn't yell but the caps sort of convey just how mysteriously eager he was to help me out when I was probably one of his less desired customers. Obnoxiously drunk, acting like a crazy cause of acid and smelling like a bum's nutsack cause of the little bit of residual spew on my pants. I stuck to my guns and said that there was fine and I was happy to walk. I don't quite remember what happened with the money but I think I gave him like a $20 note and said "keep the change as a tip" or something but he ended up giving me like $5 or $10 back. The taxi fare would've been at least like $15-$17 but...I just don't understand. Either way I thanked him for his help and left. I remember my walk up through the construction and nature reserve was shades of one of my other posts where I was really really drunk and fell around there for like and hour trying to get home in the dark. Luckily I only recall falling once and am pretty sure I managed to get home really quickly anyway.
My memory again fails me from here but I remember deciding not to smoke weed like I had planned all night cause I figured I would need all I could get for the next day. After playing with my downloads and setting some things up, somehow I managed to get to bed and presumably to sleep. I think I woke up at like 9:30 and my headphones were on the ground next to my bed with music still playing quietly. Curiously enough I also remember for some odd reason putting my chordless mouse in its charging cradle before I went to bed at like 6 or 7am. It didn't really need charging but I decided to just charge it anyway and get it from 2 green bars to 3. It was weird to see though that when I got up, it was still charging. I don't know if it even takes 3 hours to charge it from empty to full normally. Another small detail I completely don't understand. It was also a little bit funny, when I "woke up" at like 9:30 I was like "what? whats going on? this is weird......oh ffs I took acid last night and I'm still tripping"
I'll continue the Saturday part of the story another time though. *edit* Actually I think I missed my window of opportunity as far as memory is concerned for this one. Rats.
To close this post off, I have a picture and a short video I accidently recorded of myself soon after I woke up this morning.
Short video on youtube
Skip forward to later in the evening and I am at a friend's 21st house party. I had not really wanted to go to this party but I had been convinced by some friends to go and help them enjoy their evening. I had arranged with another friend to go halves on a bottle of vodka and she had already arrived when we got there so I began drinking tall glasses of that with orange juice. This continued almost constantly as far as I can remember and eventually I guess I got pretty drunk. I think I remember being pretty lucid for a while still after this and talking to a few different people at the party. There was a weird tension in the air because the girl who I went halves with on vodka (S) was having mad beef with the 21st party host. They had words like several times through the night and the host kept looking at me with this like "can you control her look?" and mouthing things silently to that extent. It didn't really phase me too much as I didn't take it personally and found it more amusing than anything.
My memory unfortunately begins to fail me here so the details are sketchy. Later in the party M arrived with our friend Nick and some other guy whose name I never quite mastered. For some reason, despite the cold Canberra weather I ended up hanging out and chatting to people on the front balcony and steps of the two story house. I will edit this section later when I check details with other people and piece in more information. M revealed that he had acid on him and that him and his unnamed friend were either tripping or planning to that evening. I asked him for some but don't remember how much I paid or how many I took. I dropped them as soon as I got them. I don't even know what form it was in but I'm assuming blotters. I don't recall what the picture or blotter art was, or if there even was any. This is highly uncharacteristic of me. Of course it'd be lsd, but I still like to know exactly what I'm taking for later research and reference. My memory is then completely blank but I have been told,
"you passed out on a chair as the party was finishing up, and you started throughing up while unconscious. it was really freky"(sic) [no pun intended]
and
"so anyway. we just took your jacket off and hosed that motherfucker down. it wasn't a big deal. people were mainly talking about S being really fucking drunk and making a racket. it was on the porch luckely, so it was no problem. and you threw up heeeaaaps. it was all pasta shit or somehitng"
I don't recall this but it would be supported by the small amount of what smelt like vodka/pasta spew on the front of my pants.
My next waking memory is being suddenly at Nick's house in a completely different suburb and him immediately going to bed and leaving us (me, M and unnamed guy) with his laptop. I have no recollection of how we got there but I think I agreed to go because M said he would split a taxi with me from there. I don't know if we were trying to do something specifically or just bored and hoping to find something cool. But none of us could muster the mental clarity to control it. I'm normally a highly competent computer user, I've used them since I was like 4. But it was like being 4 again trying to get anything happening on it. I particuarly struggled with the touchpad for mouse thingy I think.
Because Nick had gone to bed, we decided it was probably time to make our next move. At this point I think M decided that he was going to stay or at least go over to unnamed guy's house. They invited me along but I decided against as I had originally planned to just taxi back from the party and come home and enjoy my new adsl2 connection.
Then we're suddenly at a petrol station come convenience store, possibly in another suburb still. I guess I must have been hungry, but I'm not sure why I was buying anything in the first place. I was completely unable to hide my complete drunkeness and the acid was making me act and feel like I looked extra-dodgy to the indian worker guy there. When I was at the counter buying something he mentioned some special deal or promotion they were having. I totally dont understand what it was but somehow I ended up with like 4 small packets of weird shaped Twisties and only those. I dont understand why I would have even bought one of those shitty snacks in the first place. I enjoyed the salt fix anyway once we left the store. Then we cross this main road and stand outside some houses opposite to the petrol station where the guy is still looking at us from, like 800m away. I gorge myself with bizarre Twisties and the next thing I know, unnamed guy has called a taxi, presumably for me? M and unnamed guy decide to start heading to his house. I'm not even sure if we said goodbye but I just remember watching them walk away and being like "uh oh, what the fuck do I do now? How am I going to get home?". I had a mobile phone but only like $2 credit and our city has this new notoriously impossible automated voice answering thing to order taxis with. I've tried it before on my mobile and it couldn't understand what I was saying and took ages before I had to give up. I crossed the road and headed to the petrol station thinking maybe I could either find a pay phone or get the Indian dude to try call them for me. Before I made it quite onto the petrol station property I remembered that unnamed guy had called a taxi but they had left. It suddenly dawned on me that it was either for me, or that I could take that taxi. Immediately as I turned around and started heading back to the house that guy had called it from I saw a taxi drive past, then do a u turn and come back to arrive in that driveway. I felt very happy I'm sure, but I don't remember.
I was an absolute Sketch King trying to deal with the Chinese taxi driver but he was really nice to me. I think after a short while of hearing me talk and wig out over nothing he started to get a bit scared of me or at least scared that I would do a runner. Ironically, the main road right near my house is getting a huge renovation and there is major construction stuff everywhere and lots of roads cut off and limited. I didn't give the driver the right directions in time and he started heading into this area which was really dark cause all the street lights were off cause of the construction. Then suddenly I'm like "oh just stop here, this is close enough to my house anyway, I can make it from here" and he's like "ARE YOU SURE? IM HAPPY TO TAKE YOU TO YOUR HOME, NO EXTRA CHARGE". He didn't yell but the caps sort of convey just how mysteriously eager he was to help me out when I was probably one of his less desired customers. Obnoxiously drunk, acting like a crazy cause of acid and smelling like a bum's nutsack cause of the little bit of residual spew on my pants. I stuck to my guns and said that there was fine and I was happy to walk. I don't quite remember what happened with the money but I think I gave him like a $20 note and said "keep the change as a tip" or something but he ended up giving me like $5 or $10 back. The taxi fare would've been at least like $15-$17 but...I just don't understand. Either way I thanked him for his help and left. I remember my walk up through the construction and nature reserve was shades of one of my other posts where I was really really drunk and fell around there for like and hour trying to get home in the dark. Luckily I only recall falling once and am pretty sure I managed to get home really quickly anyway.
My memory again fails me from here but I remember deciding not to smoke weed like I had planned all night cause I figured I would need all I could get for the next day. After playing with my downloads and setting some things up, somehow I managed to get to bed and presumably to sleep. I think I woke up at like 9:30 and my headphones were on the ground next to my bed with music still playing quietly. Curiously enough I also remember for some odd reason putting my chordless mouse in its charging cradle before I went to bed at like 6 or 7am. It didn't really need charging but I decided to just charge it anyway and get it from 2 green bars to 3. It was weird to see though that when I got up, it was still charging. I don't know if it even takes 3 hours to charge it from empty to full normally. Another small detail I completely don't understand. It was also a little bit funny, when I "woke up" at like 9:30 I was like "what? whats going on? this is weird......oh ffs I took acid last night and I'm still tripping"
I'll continue the Saturday part of the story another time though. *edit* Actually I think I missed my window of opportunity as far as memory is concerned for this one. Rats.
To close this post off, I have a picture and a short video I accidently recorded of myself soon after I woke up this morning.
Short video on youtube
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