Comment · Wed, December 19, 2012
Which substance, in your opinion, is the hardest to remember what happened afterwards? Also, what is your best blackout story?
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CalfAssed · 64 points
After a pretty hefty dose of shrooms and mephedrone I found bits of scrumpled paper with drawings that I can't for the life of me remember when or why I did them.
Best blackout story: Age 14 I was on a mountain drinking white cider and Famous Grouse mixed with cheap energy drinks. Everything was a fog and I remember waking in a ditch with about 10 kids on bikes shouting shit at me and throwing stones before transcending into unconsciousness and coming around again in somebody's garden vomiting over a girl I've never met.
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u/MisterYouAreSoDumb
Ativan (lorazepam)
I was going to the Markus Schulz concert one night, here in Phoenix. At dinner, one of my friends rolls a pill across the table to me. He said it was an Ativan. I was like, ohh ok, thanks. I did not intend to take it, but put it in my little pill pocket in my jeans. Now I have a histamine disorder, so I always have antihistamines with me. After dinner we were getting some drinks at a bar by the venue. I go about my business and take an antihistamine when I need it. Then, as we are walking to the venue, I reach into my pocket to get an amphetamine pill. To my surprise, my antihistamine pill is still in there. Ohh shit, which pill did I take? Fuck, the Ativan...
At this point I knew I was fucked. I took my antihistamine and the amphetamine and went to the venue. This is where things get shaky. I remember that the bass levels were all off, and it was pissing me off. So me and my friend (who also took an Ativan) set out to remedy the situation. We convince the stage bouncer that we are Markus Shulz's sound technicians. How I have no idea. Then we proceed onto the stage. I shit you not, we walk right up to Markus on stage and tell him the levels are off. He says that he is flat in his monitors, and that the stage speaker level must be off. We tell him that we will fix it. We somehow find a young guy eating a burrito in sound closet. He is the venue's sound tech. We yell at him, and make him fix the bass levels. I go back to make sure that it's fixed, and it is much better now. The sound is up to my standard. At this point we stop giving any shits. Everyone thinks we are Markus's guys now. Nobody questions us. We start kicking photographers off the stage and saying, "one photographer at at time!" Why we made that rule up, I have no idea. Most of our friends are still in the crowd, looking at us like we are insane. I stay mostly in the DJ booth with Markus. I start drinking his beer in the cooler next to him, and handing him waters occasionally. It's just us two and Markus on stage. We have kicked everybody off at this point. He occasionally looks over at me with a look of, "who are you?!?" I figure Markus thinks I am a venue guy, and the venue people think I am a Markus guy. Not a single person questions me.
Then my friend makes a mistake. He takes a bottle of Taquilla from a cart that I assume was for the VIP section, and starts drinking it on stage. After a bit, a bouncer comes to escort us off the stage. We are led away. This is only about 30min till the end of the set. My friend gets upset and doubles down on our ploy. He yells for them to get the venue manager. The manager comes over and tells us that he knows we are Markus's guys, but we cannot be drinking on stage due to regulations. He says that we can get back on stage once the set is over to get Markus's equipment. Hahahaha, we've convinced everyone that we are Markus's sound techs!
That's the last of my memories. I wake up in San Diego California the next day wondering how I ended up in another state... Apparently, we hopped in a car with another friend heading to San Diego for the weekend. I do not remember any of it. I just woke up in a state of confusion, by the ocean. I was forced to spend the weekend in Cali in the clothes I was wearing that night at the venue, because Ativan... Never again
EDIT: TL;DR Accidentally took Ativan, became Markus Shulz's sound tech, woke up in another state.