Saturday, Feb. 28, 2004 6:13 p.m.

date-rape drug

you know, i wonder if i may have been drugged last night. which is really really scary, almost so scary that i don't want to even entertain the thought of it happening - maybe i'm just being paranoid. there's no way anything like that would ever happen. not to me.

see, me and my friend were at some bar, drinking. we were sitting, talking to some guys, you know the usual stuff. i hadn't eaten dinner yet, and we were drinking this new alcohol i'd never had called guaro. so maybe that's all it was - just the alcohol in an empty stomach.

but i don't think i had enough drinks for the reaction i got.

i remember talking with some guys and them getting us drinks. i remember going to the bathroom with my friend, and then suddenly feeling very very drunk - like trashed drunk - it really came out of nowhere. i remember my friend talking on the phone to some other friends and telling me we were leaving. i don't remember actually leaving though, or walking the couple blocks to her car. i do remember climbing in the back seat so i could lay down and then later, puking out an open car door.

i've never puked so much in front of another person. even after there was nothing left anymore, it still felt like it wouldn't all come out. i felt so nauseous, and i've never been that dizzy from alcohol before. and i still couldn't understand what hit me so fast like that - but i also hadn't ever drank guaro before. i remember feeling horribly sick and not being able to get out of my friends car once we got to her apartment. i guess i somehow talked her into letting me sleep in her car and that i'd leave in the morning.

i woke up 6 hrs. later, still in the backseat of my friends car. alone. i know, super safe, right? at least i was in an apartment parking garage, not that that's any safer, but still. i noticed there was a mcdonalds bag in her front seat - i don't remember her stopping at mcdonalds. but then again, i guess i was kinda passed out and don't remember whole chunks of time as opposed to just not remembering things very well like i usually do when heavily drinking.

i drove home, slept for a few hours more, took a shower, made myself drink lots of water and eat some peanut butter crackers, but i still felt really nauseous. i had to be at work at 11am, when i got there, i puked again in the bathroom. the amount of alcohol i had should not have made me feel that way for that long.

and now i've just been thinking about how weird it all was. and i did a little bit of research on date-rape drugs, and strangely enough, a lot of the things i felt would fall into what those are supposed to feel like. i mean, i did have some guy i didn't know buy me a drink, and then the way it hit me so hard, and how sick i felt, and how quickly i passed out after i started to feel it, and how i don't remember some stuff at all, and how i slept so long and how i slept alone in the back of my friends car and i didn't even care for some reason.

well, at least, either way i know i was with only my friend, so i know that nothing really scary could've happened.

actually, i don't want to think about it anymore. i don't know what it was, and either it was just the alcohol and i'm being really paranoid, or i really was drugged and that's too scary of a thought than i want to think.

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Chapters of My Life
Motherhood
Sept. 2011 - now Being a mother.
Isolation&Infertility (&pregnancy)
Aug. 2009 - Sept. 2011 Working from home in a job that I love...that comes with a loneliness I hate. A husband who works too much, and continued failure to start a family. Slowly spiraling, forgotten, into social invisibility. Accepting and experiencing the potential of pregnancy.
First-Year Teacher
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Optimism
Aug. 2007 - Aug. 2008. finally accepting that becoming a normal grown up is not just inevitable, but preferable. better job situations for both of us. working freelance as a studio teacher, and becoming an egg donor.
Fading Dreams...
Dec. 2006 - July 2007. student teaching, being poor, consistent job rejections, trying to save face while feeling hopeless.
To Live a Life Worth Death...
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Identity Crisis/Marriage
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The Official End to Childhood? II
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The Official End to Childhood? I
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Quarter-Life Crisis/Unemployment
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Postlude to the Prelude
Apr. 2004 - May 2004. I had no clue what things were being set in motion...but everything has changed from there.
The Simple Life 2
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L.A. #2 - The Real World
Aug. 2003-Feb. 2004.the big move. transplanting my life. ironically not only working in the "real world", but also AT the company that makes The Real World.
That Weird, Here Nor There, Summer
May 2003-Aug. 2003. a college graduate, but not yet in the grown-up world. just existing. and waiting. and thinking.
Goodbye College
Jan. 2003-May 2003. it's a weird thing, the last semester of college. lots of thinking about what lies beyond.
The Semester From Hell
Aug. 2002-Dec. 2002. it was kind of like I tried to cram 4 yrs. of growing-up experiences into one semester.
I've Changed?
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Jan. 2002 - Apr. 2002. I finally stepped WAY outside my comfort zone and went where I had no freakin idea what I was doing. Living outside your bubble for awhile really makes you see differently.
Beginnings/Depression
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