So, I was kind of torn on what to do Friday night. My girlfriend was getting her hair done and wasn't going to be able to do anything until 11-11:30. My father had just returned to the States from Canada and was pretty tired, so if he and I were to go out, it wouldn't be for long. It had been roughly two months since I had gone to a local pub I frequented. I decided to try and please everybody, so I went with my father to a restaurant/pub to listen to a band for one set and have a drink or two. I then decided to go solo to that before-mentioned local pub, and told my girlfriend, if she wasn't too tired when she finished everything, she could meet me up there. I received an e-mail from her around 11:30 telling me she was done with everything, but was too tired to meet up that evening. Things had been going fine that night until about 1:45 am, and for the first time in my life, from that point until I woke up the next morning, I can't remember a single thing.
Fortunately for me, the bartenders are friends of mine, could tell something was wrong, so they called a nearby family member of mine to come pick me up. I keep trying to recall the evening's events. I ate well at dinner. I didn't do any shots. I didn't consume any more alcohol than I do typically. I drank plenty of water, as always. I genuinely felt fine and ready to drive home, but then like the snap of one's fingers, I went from fine to being unable to talk, walk, respond, etc. It was almost like an out-of-body experience. I seem to remember someone buying me a drink, but I can't recall who. My mother, who came to pick me up, said she noticed a couple of guys standing outside, smoking, watching me being helped to the car, who were looking a bit suspicious. She recalled my behavior and said, "I've never seen you like that before. It's almost like you were drugged."
It's a pretty small bar and I can't for a second believe whoever slipped me something believed he could sneak me out of the place without anyone noticing. However, I do think someone wanted to mess with me for whatever reason, and though I'm grateful I didn't suffer a similar fate as many people whom get roofied, it was still a pretty frightening experience. It's really a shame how little we can trust people anymore. Never again will I accept a drink offer from someone unless I genuinely know and trust them, and I have a feeling I won't be going solo to a bar anytime soon either. Sadly, after I talked to my mother and my girlfriend about the incident, they told me about people they know whom have been roofied as well. I never knew it was such a common occurrence.
In light of this experience, my advice to everyone is to be with a trustworthy friend or family member (or spouse) when drinking at a bar (or party) and not to accept a drink offer from someone you don't know, unless the bartender hands you the drink directly. Also, I'd recommend keeping your eye out on your friend's drink and ask that they do the same for you. I sincerely hope that I learned from this experience, that it doesn't happen again, that it doesn't happen to anyone else, but if it does, that they're as fortunate as I was to have someone trustworthy around to take care of them.
Fortunately for me, the bartenders are friends of mine, could tell something was wrong, so they called a nearby family member of mine to come pick me up. I keep trying to recall the evening's events. I ate well at dinner. I didn't do any shots. I didn't consume any more alcohol than I do typically. I drank plenty of water, as always. I genuinely felt fine and ready to drive home, but then like the snap of one's fingers, I went from fine to being unable to talk, walk, respond, etc. It was almost like an out-of-body experience. I seem to remember someone buying me a drink, but I can't recall who. My mother, who came to pick me up, said she noticed a couple of guys standing outside, smoking, watching me being helped to the car, who were looking a bit suspicious. She recalled my behavior and said, "I've never seen you like that before. It's almost like you were drugged."
It's a pretty small bar and I can't for a second believe whoever slipped me something believed he could sneak me out of the place without anyone noticing. However, I do think someone wanted to mess with me for whatever reason, and though I'm grateful I didn't suffer a similar fate as many people whom get roofied, it was still a pretty frightening experience. It's really a shame how little we can trust people anymore. Never again will I accept a drink offer from someone unless I genuinely know and trust them, and I have a feeling I won't be going solo to a bar anytime soon either. Sadly, after I talked to my mother and my girlfriend about the incident, they told me about people they know whom have been roofied as well. I never knew it was such a common occurrence.
In light of this experience, my advice to everyone is to be with a trustworthy friend or family member (or spouse) when drinking at a bar (or party) and not to accept a drink offer from someone you don't know, unless the bartender hands you the drink directly. Also, I'd recommend keeping your eye out on your friend's drink and ask that they do the same for you. I sincerely hope that I learned from this experience, that it doesn't happen again, that it doesn't happen to anyone else, but if it does, that they're as fortunate as I was to have someone trustworthy around to take care of them.
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