jello shots and xanax-a halloween tale in two acts
act one-in which we set the stage for the evening
so, i get over to jess's pretty early so we can get ready together. her roommate nic has made jelloshots for the festivities. we all have a great time getting ready. jess and i are seventies girls (i look more like a seventies girl getting to go to work sadly, but she rocks-she is on the way to a disco.) we have pussy-in-boots, and pee-wee herman. then our boys start showing up. one is a "monster-bar" guy sporting a shirt that says "shit happens when you party naked." we take on the responsibilty of turning our sweet josh into a crazy glam-rocker with a drinking problem-well, i guess he has that a bit to begin with. then mike, insanity-he is docter strangelove-which not only did he watch the movie several times in preperation for but also coaxed jess into borrowing a wheelchair from the guy down the street! so we begin to have our "jellowshots" which werent really put into shot glasses or cups-we are just eating them by the bowlfill!!!!!!
yes, its true. so finally after (no joke) 2-4 bowls a piece-(josh alone had one full bowl spoon fed to him while i did his makeup)-we hed out to cheers.
cheers is great! lots of cool people, costumes, one very surreal fight that went on for 20-ish minutes until the guys both decided they were too drunk and came back in to just have another beer and cool off. we had a blast!!! jess won for best costume. finally zack showed up-he was a cowboy. he said he was really mellow, which suddenly reminded me that i had been given a zanax the day before and had completely forgotten about it. i thought for a second about having only had 2 1/2 beers at that point and forgot the 2 1/2 bowls of vodka/151 cherry jello. it was only around 12-so i popped it.
act two-in which i have no memory, so all info is supplied by witnesses
literally, the last thing i remember is taking the pill. i was told they are not that strong, and i have a mad tolerance for everything so i wasnt worried at all. but i dont have even the fuzziest memories of anything after, and i have never had a black-out in my life. according to witnesses, i passed out cold at the table within minutes. my poor 130 pound best friend was trying to carry me out at dead weight because i was GONE-and apparently so were all of our other friends. the bartender ended up getting me to her car. so i guess i was propped on the couch while she ran upstairs to talk to her sister and roomate to figure out what to do. apparently i wasnt breathing that good, and she acually thought i was dying on her. and she was not exaggerating or being dramatic. meanwhile downstairs i apparently tried to stand and fell on my face with a very loud crash. they thought i was laying in glass and were scared to move me-luckily it was my charm bracelet clinking on the linoleum underneath me(though today i am very sore on my right brow so it must have been where i hit when i fell.) she called to get help from friends, but everyone was busy. eventually she and her sister got me undressed and into her bed after they were convinced i would not die in my sleep. i feel so horrible for my sweet friend having been scared so much, because she is not a panicky person so if she was that afraid it must have been very, very bad. im a little dissapointed that out of all our good guy friends there, that no one even helped her get me out of the bar-(let alone show concern for whether i was okay.)
maybe they didnt realize how serious it was....i dont know.
epilogue-
in any case-i am a bit sobered by this. i have done tons of drugs and alcohol in my life but never felt in danger really (other than emotionally.) i wonder why my attitude tends to be so casual. i wonder what it would have done to my beautiful friend if my heart had stopped, and i died in her backseat while she tried to drive home. it makes me think about how i should not be so flippant and "cool" about it all. the most amazing thing is i woke up with no hangover whatsoever-which i acually prayed and gave thanks for because when your memory goes from dropping a pill with a swig of beer to waking up with no underwear on in a foreign bed you assume its gonna be REAL bad.
i heard a murmur that the reason my friends were't able to help is because they were setting up their own recreational plans for later. if thats true-its kind of crappy because if one of my friends went down i would make certain they were cool and it was all under control. but we are all different, we all have our owns ways. it would be nice if they would have called to check on me today to see if im okay. im a lucky girl, i am okay. next time i will know to only take half the damn thing!!!
so, i get over to jess's pretty early so we can get ready together. her roommate nic has made jelloshots for the festivities. we all have a great time getting ready. jess and i are seventies girls (i look more like a seventies girl getting to go to work sadly, but she rocks-she is on the way to a disco.) we have pussy-in-boots, and pee-wee herman. then our boys start showing up. one is a "monster-bar" guy sporting a shirt that says "shit happens when you party naked." we take on the responsibilty of turning our sweet josh into a crazy glam-rocker with a drinking problem-well, i guess he has that a bit to begin with. then mike, insanity-he is docter strangelove-which not only did he watch the movie several times in preperation for but also coaxed jess into borrowing a wheelchair from the guy down the street! so we begin to have our "jellowshots" which werent really put into shot glasses or cups-we are just eating them by the bowlfill!!!!!!
yes, its true. so finally after (no joke) 2-4 bowls a piece-(josh alone had one full bowl spoon fed to him while i did his makeup)-we hed out to cheers.
cheers is great! lots of cool people, costumes, one very surreal fight that went on for 20-ish minutes until the guys both decided they were too drunk and came back in to just have another beer and cool off. we had a blast!!! jess won for best costume. finally zack showed up-he was a cowboy. he said he was really mellow, which suddenly reminded me that i had been given a zanax the day before and had completely forgotten about it. i thought for a second about having only had 2 1/2 beers at that point and forgot the 2 1/2 bowls of vodka/151 cherry jello. it was only around 12-so i popped it.
act two-in which i have no memory, so all info is supplied by witnesses
literally, the last thing i remember is taking the pill. i was told they are not that strong, and i have a mad tolerance for everything so i wasnt worried at all. but i dont have even the fuzziest memories of anything after, and i have never had a black-out in my life. according to witnesses, i passed out cold at the table within minutes. my poor 130 pound best friend was trying to carry me out at dead weight because i was GONE-and apparently so were all of our other friends. the bartender ended up getting me to her car. so i guess i was propped on the couch while she ran upstairs to talk to her sister and roomate to figure out what to do. apparently i wasnt breathing that good, and she acually thought i was dying on her. and she was not exaggerating or being dramatic. meanwhile downstairs i apparently tried to stand and fell on my face with a very loud crash. they thought i was laying in glass and were scared to move me-luckily it was my charm bracelet clinking on the linoleum underneath me(though today i am very sore on my right brow so it must have been where i hit when i fell.) she called to get help from friends, but everyone was busy. eventually she and her sister got me undressed and into her bed after they were convinced i would not die in my sleep. i feel so horrible for my sweet friend having been scared so much, because she is not a panicky person so if she was that afraid it must have been very, very bad. im a little dissapointed that out of all our good guy friends there, that no one even helped her get me out of the bar-(let alone show concern for whether i was okay.)
maybe they didnt realize how serious it was....i dont know.
epilogue-
in any case-i am a bit sobered by this. i have done tons of drugs and alcohol in my life but never felt in danger really (other than emotionally.) i wonder why my attitude tends to be so casual. i wonder what it would have done to my beautiful friend if my heart had stopped, and i died in her backseat while she tried to drive home. it makes me think about how i should not be so flippant and "cool" about it all. the most amazing thing is i woke up with no hangover whatsoever-which i acually prayed and gave thanks for because when your memory goes from dropping a pill with a swig of beer to waking up with no underwear on in a foreign bed you assume its gonna be REAL bad.
i heard a murmur that the reason my friends were't able to help is because they were setting up their own recreational plans for later. if thats true-its kind of crappy because if one of my friends went down i would make certain they were cool and it was all under control. but we are all different, we all have our owns ways. it would be nice if they would have called to check on me today to see if im okay. im a lucky girl, i am okay. next time i will know to only take half the damn thing!!!
posted by lightaqua at 5:48 PM
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1 Comments:
jen i was so scared for ya..thank god u are ok :) I could say something creepy like it was fun to undress u in my pee wee costume ;0 U are a fabulous writer i enjoyed your journal very much and your pictures are fabu. Talk to ya soon...ni
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