OK so the date for this should actually be April 4th 2010
because that's when I actually posted this to Tumblr but I wanted to post it here too, so I could come back and read as I update my tumblr frequently.
Yeah, I feel like I belong on that add now.
Last night was supposed to be heaps of fun, drinks with friends then off to a party, to unwind from work all week.
Little did I know this was going to be the worst night of my life.
It started out fun, I went out with a friend to our mates house for a gathering and within half an hour of being there, I’d consumed two Smirnoff double black cans and was starting my third, I should never have got them, that’s where my first mistake was, I’d already had them before and knew I couldn’t handle them as they got me drunk off two.
A mate of Cam’s couldnt get to the party from her house, so we rang up this guy, conned him into giving us a lift, and off we went to get her.
On the way I had to pee, no surprise there, so we got him to stop at maccas (the one I work at) as we were on the highway and it’s the first thing you come to.
This could possibly have been the biggest mistake I’d make, thankfully it wasn’t.
I successfully went to the toilet and came out without anyone recognising me, (I look way diff at work anyway)
In the car there and back me and Cam drank a whole bottle of Pasion Pop to ourselves, and when we got back, we started on the goon, which was in a coke bottle, #classy.
I was heaps wasted by this point, I had to go to the toilet numerous times and I hardly even remember it, I was making biffles with randoms, and getting jiggy on the dancefloor, so far the night was going well.
It must have got to 12 and the party had finished, Cam and others had gone elsewhere and this is where my mind blacks out, I barely remember anything from this point on, it’s like a hazy dream.
A girl arrived that I’d met before but I wasnt even sure if she was there or I had imagined it until I found out from someone that she was, that’s how bad it was.
the next thing I know we were walking down purnell road towards The Village.
All I wanted to do at this point was go home. I knew I was too far gone, and needed to go to bed. My shoes kept falling off and I kept dropping my bag. Next thing I know I’m in a taxi with my friend and god knows who else, I barely even remember being IN the taxi, only that I kept saying please take me home right now, I live at *quotes adress* and no one was listening, the people I was with obviously thought it would be better to NOT make sure I got home safely or take me home incase my mum yelled at them or whatever, I don’t know to be honest what they were doing but we were heading in the direction of town, and I knew I was too drunk to go anywhere, I was passing out in the taxi.
I don’t know what happened next, I don’t think I ever will.
My best guess is that they kicked me out of the taxi because I was hysterical when they wouldn’t take me home.
I must have been in the general Norlane area, apparently I was near Fords, then I was at the Mobil servo on Thompsons road. I’m getting told different things and nothing is matching up, somebody’s covering up something.
I slighty have the feeling I may have been on Thompsons road but like I said, I really dont know.
I did know however that I was near my close friend Jaymie’s house, and all I was thinking in my head was, “Gotta get to Jaymie’s, Gotta get to Jaymie’s, Gotta get to Jaymie’s” something in my sub conscience knew how to get there, it was like this bright white light was Jaymie’s house and I was following it to get there. I must have fell over a million times, as I’m covered in bruises and have grazed my chin pretty badly.
I’m guessing it was along here that I lost my shoes, purse and whatever else.
I vaguely remember opening her back gate and banging on the fence, and window calling out her name.
Her parents came out and took me inside and put me to bed and everything.
But I don’t remember that at all.
The next thing I know i woke up this morning at 8.45 ish in Jaymie’s bedroom confused as fuck.
I went out as I could hear her mum in the kitchen and she told me how I had rocked up drunk, and told me to look in the mirror.
Somewhere along the way I had got a claw mark across my chest.
I’m not entirely sure if it happened at the party, in the taxi, or on my way to Jaymie’s.
Also probabaly another thing I’ll never find out.
I started crying and trying to remember what had happened the night before but nothing was coming back to me.
I don’t know if it will.
Anything could have happened to me on my way to Jaymie’s
I’m pretty sure nothing did, but that’s not the point.
I could have been attacked, kidnapped, raped, murdered, who knows.
I think I’m lucky to even be here with only bruises and scratches to be honest.
I’m never going to let myself get this drunk again.
I don’t need to get drunk to have fun, I’m a pretty outgoing person as it is.
I’ll only be drinking when I’m in the company of someone I completely trust, like my best friend, if then I decide to drunk or not.
It’s also shit because it’s making me not want to have an 18th anymore, when I’ve been looking forward to it for so long.
I don’t think I’ll do that though, I just wont drink much if at all at it. Even though I’m in my own home with all my true friends surrounding me, I don’t want to see a bit of alcohol again.
I can’t stress enough how important it is to take control of your drinking, and if you are drinking alot, BE WITH PEOPLE YOU CAN COMPLETELY TRUST.
I’d hate for this to happen to anyone, no matter who they are; no one deserves to be kicked out on the street by themslves when they cant even stand up let alone walk.
It was a horrible thing to have happen to me, but I’m just thankful it’s not as bad as it could have been, And eternally grateful that Jaymie’s parents looked after me and helped me as much as they could. I owe them my life
