The story that I'm about to tell is what I remember, there's a lot that got lost but still I felt like sharing this with you guys cause it's an awesome story and I will surely never forget...
I was with two other friends, A and M to not call them by their names...
We went to A's apartment to put on our make-up after we had something to eat. We had a slice pizza with wedges. When we were done with the make-up, we looked amazing, I'll post a photo of my make-up later. We went to the private party and things got real serious real quick, and with serious, I mean the opposite. Yes, I had too much to drink, for the first time in my entire life I couldn't handle it and I got really, really drunk... Like, really drunk...
I had the time of my life! I couldn't stand up straight again and the only thing I could scream was 'Oh my god, I've never been drunk before! I've never been drunk before!' And laugh like a crazy-out-of-his-mind-doctor-professor. We got kicked out of the club because I was being too drunk and outside I vomited, in front of everyone. (I don't remember this part, M told me) A taxi got called for us to pick us up and bring us home but M and A couldn't find it while walking with me hanging in between them across Queenstreet.
We got the attention of some police men who were worried about me because I was so drunk, at that time I was lying on the ground, probably puked again cause M told me I was "rainbowing" everywhere... I don't remember walking on Queenstreet, but I remember a police woman, I was lying on the ground and she was there with I think one or two other police men and I was shouting. 'You're a police woman! I've never been drunk before!'
Naturally, they decided to take me with them, to the station. The drive was a blur, you've probably never been in a police fan before but from what I remember from it, it had a bench on the right side and a wall in the middle, probably to seperate the two parts for when there would be more people to transport. I was sitting on the bench and with my arms to the wall, and I vomited again in between my feet.
They helped me out and got me into a cell where I immediately lied down on the floor again, I guess I was in love with the floor or something cause I was so comfortable lying there.
They got me this mattress, it was like this material of a kickboxing cushion, the blue thick plastic with the soft stuffing and there was a pillow attached in the same plastic, it was really comfortable, like seriously.
The woman asked me to lie on the mattress and so I did and they took of my shoes, coat, bracelets and necklaces. (I don't remember any of it except for my CF bracelets of which she couldn't get off so I asked "What are you doing?" and she said she was taking them off so I said I could do it, and I'm surprised I did and managed) I only know they took everything off cause when I was finally released, they got me my stuff back and I saw they took everything off.
After getting everything off they left me, with a blanket on me and they told me to go to sleep.
I vomited again and this time it was so bad like I was chocking and I thought I was gonna die cause I couldn't breathe... But luckily I didn't, I had a roll off toilet paper and with my drunken fuckhead I cleaned my vomit before falling asleep.
I woke up early in the morning again, still half drunk but not that much anymore and I had to pee really bad, there was a toilet in my cell, but there was a camera in my cell too, there was this little iron wall in front of it though, so that you could still see me uptil my shoulders but not the rest, but still it was really uncomfortable peeing there but I couldn't keep it in for much longer so I thought fuck it, and I peed there... After peeing I got back to my mattress, it was really cold so I lied down under the blanket again and fell asleep for some more hours. After that when I woke up from the second time I sat up and after 15 minutes two police men came to me to release me.
One was grinning at me, asking 'Do you want to see your face?' *Laughed* 'Probably not' So I asked while following them down the hallway 'Is it that bad?' I had forgotten that I still had my make-up on but it was only half assed, my eyes were still all black and my forehead was still white, but my chin, cheeks and mouth were all gone and normal.
They got me my stuff back and could leave.
I didn't know where I was, I was totally lost.
I walked the streets for like an hour and was getting a little pissed... Then there was this guy in a car and he asked me if I needed a lift cause I looked lost, at first I said no thanks cause it looked creepy, but then we actually talked and I asked if he knew where the empire was and he said yes, it was close actually, he asked if he should bring me there and I was still half drunk so I thought "You know? The hell with it" And I got in his car. We had a nice conversation there, and I said 'My friends are at the Empire, but I don't know if they're still there cause they had to go around 8 I think.' and it was already something past 8. He told me he could get me there and I was joking about him having me to get me to Albany if they weren't there anymore because he was keeping me in his car for far too long. Cause we were talking and I had asked him to bring me to Empire already a few times so it was his fault for keeping me there. Eventually he started up the motor and started driving, we talked about random shit and I recognized the bridge highway, he was bringing me to Albany that nice ho.
The last few meters he had to google though cause I couldn't even remember the way home from the pak 'n save, when I was home I was so relieved, I hugged the guy and said my goodbyes, he had my number and I his because I had tried to call myself because M and A had taken my stuff with them, meaning my phone, passport, money, everything, I only had my jacket and jewelery with me.
Oh and I didn't have my keys with me either, so I knocked on the door, hoping that someone would make the fuck up and open the damned locked door for me, someone did, the Viking... I thanked him, washed my face off and got my spare key from Georgia so I could get in my room and have a nice shower. When I was ready to crawl in my bed again and would get to the Dutchies house to phone M later, cause it was still pretty early in the morning, M already came home too, he told me he was looking all over for me all morning with A and he was so glad to see me alive and well.
There I came to know my memory holes, like how M almost drowned me with water outside of the club and the bartender actually had to tell him not to drown me, cause at that point, he was a bit tipsy too and he just kept poring water into my mouth that I wasn't drinking...
We apparently walked through Queenstreet, in my mind we were still in front of the club when I got picked up by the police, but that was not the case.
I shouted the name of a friend when I saw her outside of the club while my boss called a cab for us and she was ashamed of me.
While walking out of the club, the only walking that I can actually remember well, I felt like the character of the came Octodad, if you don't know it, look it up on youtube and you'll see how he walks, I felt like that...
A and M came to pick me up at the station 3 hours later cause the police told them but when they came the police told them that I was passed out and in no condition to go home yet so they were send away again, and they didn't call them when I really was released or told me that my friends actually came by before so I didn't even know until M told me.
And I kept screaming that I've never been drunk before, I told my boss that he was really nice, I told M and A a hundred times that I was sorry for ruining their night.
So this was my experience of my first Halloween ever and I got so drunken that I almost actually passed out. First time I've ever been drunk and I don't regret anything. I'm sorry for my friends that I really did ruin their night and I'm glad they were there for me, but I don't regret doing it, I now how I am when I'm drunk, I myself had an awesome time except for the vomiting and waking up in the cell and wondering around lost somewhere in the city but the rest was awesome for me.
I didn't get any fee from the police, I was just released and nothing else happened.
One thing is certain though, I'm never gonna drink this much again cause I rather be a little drunk and remember everything I did and actually not vomiting everywhere than having these holes in my mind and waking up in a cold cell and worrying everyone else.
For the ones who know me, and know how much I can drink without getting drunk, here's a summery of how much I had drunk to get to this drunken stage:
Yes, 18 tequila... Try to beat that without getting this drunk, then we can talk...
I hope you liked reading this, I'm sorry it's so long but you guys know how much I like to write!