Carsick
Bluelight Crew
Saturday evening I went to a pretty big Psy Squat party in an old industrial building in London. The place was pretty dirty, but I wasn't wearing nice clothes and I had handwash with me so wasn't overlyy concerned.
Drugs of choice for the night were a small amount of MDMA and copious quantities of ket.
The details for this report are pretty sketchy, for what should be obvious reasons. To be honest, I'm surprised I managed to get myself home by the time I did.
After a quiet start while the place was gradually filling up, I was hanging around in the chill out room doing medium sized lines of ket while chatting to people. A few friends arrived towards midnight and I continued to chill till probably gone 2am.
During this time things seemed relatively normal. The decorations in the room became increasingly interesting as well as me becoming very smiley and very scatter brained. I managed to lose my tin, my phone amd my wallet during this time, but they all turned up again relatively quickly.
After a while I decided I wanted to dance. It took me a good 40 minutes to gather my shit together, most of which was already in my pockets.
Finally made it to the dance floor, and danced for a couple of hours. Most of the time I couldn't work out where I was, other than on a dance floor.
Next time I get it together it's 7am and I'm back in the chill out room talking to people again. A girl I don't recognise turns to me and asks me if I enjoyed myself. Apparently I'd been talking to her before and had said I'd see her on the other side.
At this point I'd run out of ket but didn't want to buy more yet. At this point I went on a wander through the party and ran into a few people I know, getting chatting to them.
Time for more dancing, I'm back on the floor just in time for a DJ I like and then one of the guys I got chatting to on my meanderings.
Things are beginning to become a bit more normal now. I'm still pretty gone but at least I know where I am. A bit of mildly competitive dancing and I go for a chill in the progressive room which is a lot quieter and more people I know are there drumming.
Somehow I end up responsible for a passed out drunk woman. I end up having to jab a few different men to stop them getting it on with her while she's unconscious.. I check her breathing now and then and apart from the being dead to the world she's fine.
Eventually somebody else who seemed concerned for her helped wake her up by sitting her up and giving her sips of water. I then have to jab him to get her to stop sticking his tongue down her throat.
He wanders off and after sitting with her for a while and eventually deciding that she's sobered up enough, I head back into the main room for more ket and dancing.
This is the point where it gets very sketchy. During this time I lost my tin again and was convinced that I was on a sun roof of some sort on the dance floor (sun was up outside)
Another DJ friend is on and I'm having a pretty wicked time.
A while later and I'm back in the chill out room. A proper drum circle is happening and people are dancing to that. My tin turns up with a nice couple in tow whom I'd met at a previous party. That was cool. More ket was consumed.
Fast forward a few more hours. I have no idea where my friends are, apparently I've just spent a few hours talking to more people I don't know. I find myself trading grims with a lovely italian girl who I still hadn't spoken to. I think I was just enjoying her smile, either that or the 5 feet between me and where she was sitting was too far to move.
Off on another wander and I find cat lady (one of my friends, always dressed as a cat at parties) drumming again. Back to the dance floor and things are getting properly weird. Somebody dancing near me can do strange things with his limbs, like bending into odd shapes, I'm definitely not in the same room as earlier, though where I am I'm not sure. Somebody else dancing near me is one of quintuplet and they're trying to confuse me.
After a while normality returns, so time for more ket.
It's getting late now, I can't find my remaining friend, but I make some more in the chill out room, and finally talk to the italian girl. I asked while she kept giggling when she looked at me, thinking I had something on my face, turns out her and her friend liked me, which was nice. Didn't think any more of that.
My tin goes missing again, this time for good.
I'm thinking about leaving, so I sit down and prepare my snifter for sly bumps on the journey home. After this I'm blasted into an alterntate reality. I haven't yet noticed that I have no idea where my t-shirt, hoody and jacket are. Another hour of dancing and at some point I found my clothes and stashed them in a better place.
I'm not in the same building now, though don't remember leaving it. I'm on the roof, I'm wandering through rooms I don't recognise, I'm outside by a van with another rig and people from earlier dancing, I'm in a rough area of london outside the building, possibly the building I was partying in. Suddenly reality snaps back and I spot what look like other people leaving the party and I make it back to the main road.
Apart from getting on two different wrong trains, I make it back to my hours some 23 hours after leaving home the night before. Still very fucked and with a tiny bit of ket to go to bed with.
Good party, all round, though the end was fucking scary. I wasn't far off just sitting down in a corner and waiting to come back to reality. I was even considering an ambulance for a few minutes. Probably the only reason I didn't was the detachment I felt.
Drugs of choice for the night were a small amount of MDMA and copious quantities of ket.
The details for this report are pretty sketchy, for what should be obvious reasons. To be honest, I'm surprised I managed to get myself home by the time I did.
After a quiet start while the place was gradually filling up, I was hanging around in the chill out room doing medium sized lines of ket while chatting to people. A few friends arrived towards midnight and I continued to chill till probably gone 2am.
During this time things seemed relatively normal. The decorations in the room became increasingly interesting as well as me becoming very smiley and very scatter brained. I managed to lose my tin, my phone amd my wallet during this time, but they all turned up again relatively quickly.
After a while I decided I wanted to dance. It took me a good 40 minutes to gather my shit together, most of which was already in my pockets.
Finally made it to the dance floor, and danced for a couple of hours. Most of the time I couldn't work out where I was, other than on a dance floor.
Next time I get it together it's 7am and I'm back in the chill out room talking to people again. A girl I don't recognise turns to me and asks me if I enjoyed myself. Apparently I'd been talking to her before and had said I'd see her on the other side.
At this point I'd run out of ket but didn't want to buy more yet. At this point I went on a wander through the party and ran into a few people I know, getting chatting to them.
Time for more dancing, I'm back on the floor just in time for a DJ I like and then one of the guys I got chatting to on my meanderings.
Things are beginning to become a bit more normal now. I'm still pretty gone but at least I know where I am. A bit of mildly competitive dancing and I go for a chill in the progressive room which is a lot quieter and more people I know are there drumming.
Somehow I end up responsible for a passed out drunk woman. I end up having to jab a few different men to stop them getting it on with her while she's unconscious.. I check her breathing now and then and apart from the being dead to the world she's fine.
Eventually somebody else who seemed concerned for her helped wake her up by sitting her up and giving her sips of water. I then have to jab him to get her to stop sticking his tongue down her throat.
He wanders off and after sitting with her for a while and eventually deciding that she's sobered up enough, I head back into the main room for more ket and dancing.
This is the point where it gets very sketchy. During this time I lost my tin again and was convinced that I was on a sun roof of some sort on the dance floor (sun was up outside)
Another DJ friend is on and I'm having a pretty wicked time.
A while later and I'm back in the chill out room. A proper drum circle is happening and people are dancing to that. My tin turns up with a nice couple in tow whom I'd met at a previous party. That was cool. More ket was consumed.
Fast forward a few more hours. I have no idea where my friends are, apparently I've just spent a few hours talking to more people I don't know. I find myself trading grims with a lovely italian girl who I still hadn't spoken to. I think I was just enjoying her smile, either that or the 5 feet between me and where she was sitting was too far to move.
Off on another wander and I find cat lady (one of my friends, always dressed as a cat at parties) drumming again. Back to the dance floor and things are getting properly weird. Somebody dancing near me can do strange things with his limbs, like bending into odd shapes, I'm definitely not in the same room as earlier, though where I am I'm not sure. Somebody else dancing near me is one of quintuplet and they're trying to confuse me.
After a while normality returns, so time for more ket.
It's getting late now, I can't find my remaining friend, but I make some more in the chill out room, and finally talk to the italian girl. I asked while she kept giggling when she looked at me, thinking I had something on my face, turns out her and her friend liked me, which was nice. Didn't think any more of that.
My tin goes missing again, this time for good.
I'm thinking about leaving, so I sit down and prepare my snifter for sly bumps on the journey home. After this I'm blasted into an alterntate reality. I haven't yet noticed that I have no idea where my t-shirt, hoody and jacket are. Another hour of dancing and at some point I found my clothes and stashed them in a better place.
I'm not in the same building now, though don't remember leaving it. I'm on the roof, I'm wandering through rooms I don't recognise, I'm outside by a van with another rig and people from earlier dancing, I'm in a rough area of london outside the building, possibly the building I was partying in. Suddenly reality snaps back and I spot what look like other people leaving the party and I make it back to the main road.
Apart from getting on two different wrong trains, I make it back to my hours some 23 hours after leaving home the night before. Still very fucked and with a tiny bit of ket to go to bed with.
Good party, all round, though the end was fucking scary. I wasn't far off just sitting down in a corner and waiting to come back to reality. I was even considering an ambulance for a few minutes. Probably the only reason I didn't was the detachment I felt.
