Well the other day I went to an eighteenth a way away from where I live. See the eighteenth party was of a random friend of mine from a while back - was a bit surprised me and some of my other friends got invited. Anyhow as it goes on me and two other friends were going. So I drove myself out, in heavy heavy rain. That was unpleasant but not the point of this story…
You see I arrived at the party about an hour before my friends. I only really knew two people there, one was the host and the other was a person who I hadn’t spoken to in probably half a year. Yes. So there I was, most of the other people knew each other as they either went to school together or worked together so I truly was an outsider. Eventually I started talking to two other people who didn’t know most of the crowd- this lead then a conversation with the friend who I hadn’t spoken to for the half year and the host was nowhere to be seen.
For those of you who don’t know me I’m not the best around a crowd I don’t really know but somehow I got thrown a form of rope. See I started talking to this guy who I’d heard of but never spoken to. Apparently he’s a master baker and is currently studying mechanics or something along those lines. Mind you that isn’t just to do with cars, its everything mechanical from lifts to some other example I can’t be bothered to think of.
Eventually my friends arrived and we formed a huddle, not too much else happened until the end of the night where just as we were leaving a girl collapsed (she was one of the other semi ‘outsiders’). As far as we can be sure her drink was spiked. You know people who spike drinks… they’re just screwed up. Really it’s terrible. Luckily one of my friends is knowledgeable due to his work within the fireys and knows basically what to do when something goes wrong. Luckily he wasn’t needed for much more than advice. Basically he passively directed people to check her breathing and pulse and then to get her set up lying down inside - with specific instructions on what to do if she vomited. Luckily though she managed to get to a state where she could talk to an extent and we left knowing that if she got worse someone was practically already calling an ambulance.
Effectively the night was at its end - but not before driving back to a friends house to play some Resident Evil 5. Let me tell you it sure seems to have a different flavour than the older versions - much more action and much less horror.
The end.
Oh and this is a true story… the moral is don’t spike drinks or hopefully some form of karma will appear and make you fall down a flight of stairs. Or maybe someone will just spike your drink so that you get alcohol poisoning and vomit up some of your stomache? Or is that a bit too harsh… I don’t think so.
