THE BLACKOUT

I’m still in shock after what happened last Thursday. And a bit worried too.

I’m almost 37, responsible, a nutter sometimes, pretty active, and sometimes I like partying hard. I’d be a hypocrite if I didn’t admit it, no matter who’s reading this right now. Truth is that those endless boozing nights followed by nonsense mornings were not many and left behind long ago, and clubbing is not my thing, so my nights don’t finish vampire like, going to bed when the sun has already risen.

Of course there are cycles I go through. Sometimes I spend lots of time at home and prefer arranging indoor activities at the Hellhouse, such as pizza n’ movies sessions or poker nights, and on weekends I love vermouth time at midday, allowing to extend in the afternoon.

Summer is a crazy season which, in my case and due to events, starts at the end of May, with open air festivals and you know, lots of exciting plans knocking on my door. But August it’s too long to me and I only want summer ends in the middle of the month, so 3 weeks ago I decided this mayhem was to stop. I’ve spent 3 weekends straight being “a good girl” so to speak.

There’ a quite old and tradition shared with my friend Jaume which consists on meeting on Thursdays for having beers and gossiping nonstop. We update each other, fix our world, criticize, talk about music and so on. I really love this comradeship evenings too much.

This last Thursday we met as usual, and went to Hey Ho! Bar for 1Eur beers. We did really have much fun, and reached this point in which we had to decide whether to move for having dinner or staying the way we were. We chose the second option and Jaume suggested having a mojito. I should have rejected the idea but I didn’t, and we had this loaded mojito we found perfect at that moment. But something happened.

Something happened translated into one hour blackout. I woke up on Friday, and everything was a mess. Light was on, I was half dressed, my glasses on the bed, clothes spread on the floor, my phone without battery and I couldn’t remember how I arrived home the night before.

Monty Clift by Kubrick

I usually handle myself when going out. Usually get tipsy but keep the same level for the night. obviously sometimes things get a bit out of control (that last gintonic you shouldn’t have drunk kind of issue), but I hadn’t experience massive blackouts for 10 years to say the least. That’s a typical teenage thing. As an adult you can forget some things but at some point you assemble the puzzle quick and remember everything. Not this time.

Puzzle has been assembled after questioning Jaume, who also experienced a massive hangover, beyond normal, and can’t remember certain things as how the hell he bought 2 pack of cigarettes, and the bar owner.

Apparently we went for the second mojito, paid and left the bar at a very reasonable hour, 11,30pm, so Jaume could catch the tube on his way home. The bar is 10 minute far from The Hellhouse but I stopped a taxi because ,according to Jaume I wasn’t gonna make it till my place, paid in credit card the ridiculous amount of Eur 4, and crept the 3 floors to my house to my bed.

I still don’t understand what happened, and I can’t stop thinking about this shit trying to find some sense as this is not normal. I can’t remember one hour in my life and even though nothing wrong happened, I will always have in my mind a thought starting with “what if…”.

I’ve been talking to Jaume several times these two days and he’s also flipping about the whole story. we don’t know if the damned mojitos were super loaded or what, but we’ll never have mojitos at Hey Ho! Bar anymore, just in case.

Only for avoiding a Friday morning like mine yesterday, so absurd, and confusing, I might quit mojitos at all.

Shit, Toi, what happened?

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