So, I'm pretty sure I got roofied last night. And that's awesome.
As far as I can tell, it can't have been deliberate, and I just ended up as a victim of circumstance due to my refusal to waste beer. Got bored at the house, went for a walk, got a sandwich around 9. Ipod ended up dying on me after a couple hours, so I decided to head home, and to stop at the local bar to see if Ed was working. He was, so I stayed for a couple hours talking with him and one of the other regulars. This I remember quite clearly. Got hungry again, and split a pizza with the girl there. At this point, another guy showed up at the bar. He was already half drunk, and at this point, I am 3 beers and a shot into the evening. Me and the girl decided to leave shortly afterwards, and I knocked back her unfinished beer. Walking out the door and lighting my smoke on the way home were the last things I remember until several hours later, when Scott found me on the bathroom floor, unable to respond in any meaningful fashion except to whisper "go away rapist" repeatedly after he checked my pulse and kicked me to try and wake me up.
This is, of course, not going to change my behavior in any way shape or form. Also, I am pleased that my aversion to being raped is wired into my system on a very basic level, and that as far as I'm aware, I got roofied and didn't even get lucky.
