clarkey1984
Bluelighter
Some guy went out last weekend to a rave, he had drank 2 cans of beer before getting the train and travelling the 1 hour to the event, he had 2 cans of red bull and some sandwiches on the train, and had eaten well earlier in the day, plus good food and vitamin and minerals suppliments in the week running upto the event as he always does.
He got to the venue, drank pure water for 3 or 4 hours before buying half a gram of (tested) mdma, no scales available, but by eye, he had approximately 125mg in a bomb to start, then 2 dabs of approx 125mg in total, one at about an hour after the first drop, the next about 1.5 hours after that, he didnt really roll that hard, although had a slight rushing sensation and general happiness, the jaw clench, wide eyes and some lovely eye wiggles (he thinks they feel really cool) plus the undesirable needing to urinate but finding it tough, although he did manage it the few times he needed to go after a few minutes of waiting.
He then thought that his inner demon may come out, or as he describes it, the 'dont give a fuck mode' was starting to come into play, so he sensibly sold the rest of his mdma on before this mode took over and he ate it all.
we are now at about 5 hours after the first drop, and about 2.5 after the last dab, the guy feels straight bang on sober, boom, everythings worn off, he's tired achy and nackered, head and vision are both crystal clear, everythings finished, its over for this guy, he has drunk approximately 4 to 5 330ml bottles of water throughout this time, but has danced his head off so he feels he's consumed about the correct sort of amount of h2o, yet theres still 2 hours left of the rave, so off to the bar he goes..
This guy, before discovering the joys of mdma, was always quite a drinker, he knows how to cain it, but he didnt really, in the last 2 hours he drank 5 bottles of desperados beer (its flavoured with tequila for those that dont know it) 1 shot of sambucca, and 2 jagerbombs, then a nice single malt scotch on the rocks with the barman to finish things off nicely.
This guy is meant to be kicking it at a mates place for about 3 hours until the first trains back to his hometown start running again, she lives less than a mile from the venue and even closer than that to the station so its all good, except theres a change of plan, her, a couple of her girl mates, and someone else with a car have heard about an after party about 10 miles away in a neighbouring town, so he goes there.
This guy gets to the house, has 1 beer that he was given when he got to the house, but more are needed, so he toddles off to the shop thats just open around the corner for supplies, he is hungry, not alot, just slightly, so he gets 10 beers, a bag of crisps and a small bottle of orange juice, he eats the crisps and drinks the orange juice while walking back to the party, he then remembers that he forgot to get cigarettes, so back to the shop, got smokes, back to the party, , theres people mixing hardcore on the decks, this guy has a go at mixing, he is crap as he has never used CDJ's before, he's a vinyl purist, then he spits a few bars ion the mic which goes pretty well, still sober enough not to trip over some of his faster lyrics, the girls are egging him on and things, he is very happy.
Then it starts getting warm in this house so everyone moves outside to sit in the lovely warm sunshine and he sits down with the girls, and having a hug with his favourite one, the one whos house he was going to be staying at, its about 9am by now, and he has drank about 2 maybe 3 beers while say here, he is feeling tired but very very happy as he has this amazing girl in his arms, he is on cloud nine.
The end, of his memory that is....
Boom, its raining, he's sat on a bench, there are police there, "are you ok sir" they say, "do you know where you are" this guy says well yes, cant really remember but, im either at place a where the girl lives or place b where the party is, must have gone to the shop again for something and had a little sit down and dozed off on the way, but no they say, you are place c, a town, i know the town, except its 12 miles away from the afterparty, and 20 odd form the aforementioned girls house, and in excess of 40 miles from his own home, he looks around for his jacket, its missing, then goes for his wallet, its gone, checks for his phone and keys, they are both intact, all is not lost, pulls phone out, it has a smashed screen, oh for fuc... but through the glass, whats the time say, 4:20pm PM!?!?! what the fuck!?
So he rings the girl, "hello, why am i here when i just want to be there, whats happened!?" "well we dropped you off at the station there about dinner time as we were going to a legal highs shop" she says, "and you looked like youd had enough, its ok though, as we walked you into the train station in this town, made sure you had your wallet keys and phone, bought your ticket home out of the change youd dropped everywhere in the car and sat with you until about 2 minutes before the train was due"
The lovely lady is now back home with the other 2 girls, and as none of them can (or were in any state to) drive, he had to ring his father to come and pick him up and take him home, he is nowhere near the station, he in fact asks his dad to pick him up for the station, it takes him 25 minutes to walk this, so at his guess its over a mile, how did he get from where he was left to this far fromo that point?
So, what happened, is this a case of thinking your over your roll when really you arent, even if it feels like it, and alcohol on top of mdma playing its part, just too long awake and the body crying enough and blacking out after over 30 hours awake, or something more sinister, waking up walletless, jacketless, and absolutely no hangover at all, woke up cold, but other than that felt totally ok, no comedown either, but many miles and hours from the last memory he has, and no recollection of anything whatsover.
What would the BL crew say, in your experience, thats happened to this guy, because i wont lie, this has shook him, not being able to remember has been a big thing for this guy, and its really put him off going out for a while.
He got to the venue, drank pure water for 3 or 4 hours before buying half a gram of (tested) mdma, no scales available, but by eye, he had approximately 125mg in a bomb to start, then 2 dabs of approx 125mg in total, one at about an hour after the first drop, the next about 1.5 hours after that, he didnt really roll that hard, although had a slight rushing sensation and general happiness, the jaw clench, wide eyes and some lovely eye wiggles (he thinks they feel really cool) plus the undesirable needing to urinate but finding it tough, although he did manage it the few times he needed to go after a few minutes of waiting.
He then thought that his inner demon may come out, or as he describes it, the 'dont give a fuck mode' was starting to come into play, so he sensibly sold the rest of his mdma on before this mode took over and he ate it all.
we are now at about 5 hours after the first drop, and about 2.5 after the last dab, the guy feels straight bang on sober, boom, everythings worn off, he's tired achy and nackered, head and vision are both crystal clear, everythings finished, its over for this guy, he has drunk approximately 4 to 5 330ml bottles of water throughout this time, but has danced his head off so he feels he's consumed about the correct sort of amount of h2o, yet theres still 2 hours left of the rave, so off to the bar he goes..
This guy, before discovering the joys of mdma, was always quite a drinker, he knows how to cain it, but he didnt really, in the last 2 hours he drank 5 bottles of desperados beer (its flavoured with tequila for those that dont know it) 1 shot of sambucca, and 2 jagerbombs, then a nice single malt scotch on the rocks with the barman to finish things off nicely.
This guy is meant to be kicking it at a mates place for about 3 hours until the first trains back to his hometown start running again, she lives less than a mile from the venue and even closer than that to the station so its all good, except theres a change of plan, her, a couple of her girl mates, and someone else with a car have heard about an after party about 10 miles away in a neighbouring town, so he goes there.
This guy gets to the house, has 1 beer that he was given when he got to the house, but more are needed, so he toddles off to the shop thats just open around the corner for supplies, he is hungry, not alot, just slightly, so he gets 10 beers, a bag of crisps and a small bottle of orange juice, he eats the crisps and drinks the orange juice while walking back to the party, he then remembers that he forgot to get cigarettes, so back to the shop, got smokes, back to the party, , theres people mixing hardcore on the decks, this guy has a go at mixing, he is crap as he has never used CDJ's before, he's a vinyl purist, then he spits a few bars ion the mic which goes pretty well, still sober enough not to trip over some of his faster lyrics, the girls are egging him on and things, he is very happy.
Then it starts getting warm in this house so everyone moves outside to sit in the lovely warm sunshine and he sits down with the girls, and having a hug with his favourite one, the one whos house he was going to be staying at, its about 9am by now, and he has drank about 2 maybe 3 beers while say here, he is feeling tired but very very happy as he has this amazing girl in his arms, he is on cloud nine.
The end, of his memory that is....
Boom, its raining, he's sat on a bench, there are police there, "are you ok sir" they say, "do you know where you are" this guy says well yes, cant really remember but, im either at place a where the girl lives or place b where the party is, must have gone to the shop again for something and had a little sit down and dozed off on the way, but no they say, you are place c, a town, i know the town, except its 12 miles away from the afterparty, and 20 odd form the aforementioned girls house, and in excess of 40 miles from his own home, he looks around for his jacket, its missing, then goes for his wallet, its gone, checks for his phone and keys, they are both intact, all is not lost, pulls phone out, it has a smashed screen, oh for fuc... but through the glass, whats the time say, 4:20pm PM!?!?! what the fuck!?
So he rings the girl, "hello, why am i here when i just want to be there, whats happened!?" "well we dropped you off at the station there about dinner time as we were going to a legal highs shop" she says, "and you looked like youd had enough, its ok though, as we walked you into the train station in this town, made sure you had your wallet keys and phone, bought your ticket home out of the change youd dropped everywhere in the car and sat with you until about 2 minutes before the train was due"
The lovely lady is now back home with the other 2 girls, and as none of them can (or were in any state to) drive, he had to ring his father to come and pick him up and take him home, he is nowhere near the station, he in fact asks his dad to pick him up for the station, it takes him 25 minutes to walk this, so at his guess its over a mile, how did he get from where he was left to this far fromo that point?
So, what happened, is this a case of thinking your over your roll when really you arent, even if it feels like it, and alcohol on top of mdma playing its part, just too long awake and the body crying enough and blacking out after over 30 hours awake, or something more sinister, waking up walletless, jacketless, and absolutely no hangover at all, woke up cold, but other than that felt totally ok, no comedown either, but many miles and hours from the last memory he has, and no recollection of anything whatsover.
What would the BL crew say, in your experience, thats happened to this guy, because i wont lie, this has shook him, not being able to remember has been a big thing for this guy, and its really put him off going out for a while.
It's totally understandable that you feel so shook up over this, I would too. 