So this is the #1 reason my husband doesn't really want me to return to the industry. He had to come pick me up from CHII one night after I'd only had 3 drinks. I felt totally wasted, but would normally not feel that way until 6-7 drinks. I'd been in vip w/ a customer, drinking champagne and a shot of Goldshlager. I don't remember much after calling him to pick me up. I said things I don't remember (being a total bitch) to him. I even left part of an outfit in the dressing room. I remember nothing after getting in the car. I remember walking through the parking lot to the car, and that was the end of me. He's worried I could have left with just anyone. I assured him I'm safe, and that staff wouldn't let me leave with a patron even if I wanted to. I slept like a rock and felt horrible the next day. The only thing I can think of is that I was Mickied. Anyone else experience this?



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