I have an incredibly high alcohol tolerance. When I drink, I do so in massive quantities of hard liquor, like Wild Turkey, and that barely even gives me a strong buzz. (I don't try to get drunk; I drink an amount that loosens me up, and that's usually about 10 shots.) I mix alcohol ALL the time, and it never matters what order I drink a beer or a shot in. Saturday night, something was NOT normal.
I haven't been that messed up in years. When I was walking, I could barely see what was infront of me. I kept blacking out and finding myself in places I didn't remember walking to....like standing in line to get a ticket that we need to go into the champagne room, and I didn't even remember selling a dance, or talking to any customers. I stumbled toward a bouncer, who walked me into the dressing room, and I remember pleading with them to realize that I never get drunk like that and that something wasn't right. I was absolutely hysterical and in a panic. Instead of getting drowsy or passing out, I actually got sort of a panic stricken energy and started feeling paranoid and anxious. I was bursting into tears of frustration, because I felt like everyone was passing it off as too much to drink, although they all reassured me that I didn't seem drunk....I wasn't slurring, stumbling over my words or acting loopy. Eventually my manager came in and told me my pupils weren't dialated, so he didn't think I was roofied, and I believed him. I tried to sleep it off in the DR, got sick a few times, and apparesntly even went on stage......but I have no recollection of going on stage at all. Ps. The douchebag DJ was told to take me off of rotation but didn't.
This was NOT like being drunk. It was similar, but not the same. In the most intense period, I couldn't understand what people were saying...instead, I heard a "wah wah wah" sound, like The Peanuts, and felt my eyes pulsating. My head felt hot and heavy, but I would also have a sensation like I was light as air and floating in and out of my own body. Of course my first thought was that I was drugged, but what seemed strange is the kind of burst of energy and paranoid speed that replaced the typical urge to pass out.
For 2 days, I didn't quite feel right and for whatever reason, I believed my manager and stuffed down thoughts that I was slipped something. Came back to work again and talked to another manager, who also happens to be my drinking buddy, and he, along with the bouncers, told me that I was definitely NOT just too drunk. In hind sight, I should've gone to the ER, but I didn't. Oh, and I owe a huge thanks to the bouncer who walked me into the DR and made sure I stayed there...he was watching VIP at the time and said he did NOT let me go back there.
So now I'm very embarrassed on one hand, but I'm also sooooo glad that I don't spend every night getting wasted, because everyone (bartenders, waitresses, bouncers, dancers) knew it was SO unlike me....so I don't think this is going to fall back on my head when I go back to work for manager A in a few days.
Lesson learned. I never leave a drink unattended, ever, but apparently it can still happen. All it takes is a turn of the head for a second. Has anyone had an experience similar to mine? Like, not the typical reaction to ketamine or rohypnol?



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I had a similar experience about five months ago. I was sitting with this guy and we had a few drinks. Then we went downstairs and did a few dances, about $200 including the tip, and he stopped to say "let's go upstairs and have a few more drinks, then do more dances." I said OK and we went back upstairs. I remember having another drink and having the waitresses and shotgirls being at the table drinking and whatnot; the next thing I remember was being downstairs at the dressing room while the house-mom and someone else helped me while I threwup into the garbage can. This was probably at about 9 or 9:30pm. I've never in my life been that fucked up, and I only remember having a few drinks. I was downstairs in the dressing room passed out unconscious the rest of the night, waking up only to throwup in the trash can next to me, until we closed at 2am, I was finally able to wake up and snap to reality. I asked the DJ and housemom what happened and they said I walked over to the table closest to the DJ and put my head down and passed out, so the DJ took me downstairs and then I started puking - I had no idea what was going on and have no recollection of the DJ taking me downstairs. I'm glad he did though, because that saved me from going downstairs again with the guy so I KNOW nothing happened... and I was definitely fucked up enough for someone to do whatever they want to me without me being able to stop them, and I've never been intoxicated to that point until then. It was crazy. I'm definitely careful with my drinks then, and I'm glad the staff at my club watch out for me like they did that night.


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