I like to thank a million times to those who took care of a completely-wasted and unconscious
party terminator at a club stacked of 250+ people. Another million thank-you to those who
took my drunk ass home (rather than ditch me in the gutter or that ONE tree I was clinging to
the whole time) and drove back up to the city. I love you my friends.....
Here onto the subject. Those who party with me all the time have seen me down on 8 shots and
still hummed my way back home. I don't claim to have an impressive high alcohol tolerance, but decent enuf to handle a couple of shots plus cocktails and still able to maintain a basic manner. Those who partied with me on Saturday nite, from full-time bartenders to hardcore party animals were all down after one or more shots of "liquor cocaine". It was more than
bizarre how quickly the alcohol kicked in and knocked me off the bat. I was unconscious to the
point that I had no idea who dragged my ass out of the bar. I was then found hanging on a tree
20 feet away from the door, with no personal belongs(p.s. you know how much my camera means to me), no purse, no IDs..... with eyes barely open, hair all messed up, face twisted...friends spotted me from distance, came up to me, poked me on my back, no response. They turned me around, looked over me, and then all decided
this gal wasn't Alice, and then they by-passed me. Luckily, I was later found by these other
friends, they tucked my nail-to-the-tree body into the car, transferred me from one car to
another, I was finally delivered home, still unconscious. The next day morning, my rommie picked me up at the stairway and left me a note at the door" please contact local A.A immediately. ......" I believe the next announcement on my lease agreement will be written "eviction notice to current tenant who suffers substance abuse," and what's worst, this is just the beginning of my shameful realization
after I made 20 calls to verify the true story behind the scene. Though I had an strong urge to
kill myself in shame, I was later relived to find out that I wasn't the worst validation that night.....those who are with me at this point must be wearing the same grin on your face, no
matter if you did or did not make it to the door, we all had an unforgettable night (for the
most part it was unconscious) and definitely had all left something behind to remember, on a street corner, at the gas station, or even in a large garbage can, hahaha.............
I swear to my Dior bag, I'm so retiring from all these party scene. Not only I can't take the
chance of running into the same crowd and having to wear a N95 mask for the rest of my life, but
my system has now turned spontaneously rejective to alcohol of any kind, which will also save my ass from the eviction crisis. So my new life
resolution: social life is a must, drink occasionally and only when it's absolutely unavoidable.
Here is a link where you can get an idea how Liquor Cocaine is made.
http://www.drinksmixer.com/drink1134.html
