The worst experience I've had...
Was a few months ago. Went to a club (one that's open 'til 7 in the morning), & consumed, over the course of the night, two disco biscuits & a negligable dab of speed. An amount of drugs well within my capabilites.

However, during the evening, some twunt decided to spike my drink. Being already wasted, I didn't really notice anything too wrong until near the end of the night, other when things suddenly became very blurry, & I got the distinct impression death was imminent. My mates, being largely munted, also failed to spot anything was wrong.

I don't remember getting home at all, other than leaning on one of my mates, trying not to be sick.

Spent the next few days feeling like crap. It didn't even occur to me that I'd been spiked until a week or so later, when a mate described a simliar thing happening to him in the same venue.

The best experience would be at a music festival afterparty, sitting with about twenty friends doing lines of coke whilst talking bollocks. It was more fun than it sounds. Honest.

Apologies for length of line...
( Sylia Stingray is pilfering the biscuits on, Thu 15 Dec 2005, 22:09, Reply)