I have only had one experience with Rohpnol (the date rape drug). I know I was under 21 because I think I told the owner of the club Avalon in Boston that the ID I had used there for years (since 17 years old) was not mine and my real name was Jessica. I remember freaking about that. Anywho, I was very close to the owner of that club and every other club along the street that he owned which were right behind the Green Wall at Fenway Stadium. That is another story for another day but my relationship with him plays a huge role in this story.
I was very much a regular on Lansdown Street where all of his clubs were. I would go a few times a week. I loved gay night on Sundays because I didn't get hit on by a bunch of skeezy dudes, they were all really hot and really gay. They hired dancers (clothed...lol) to dance on the stages scattered throughout the club, beautiful people who looked amazing dancing. I would joke to the hot gay guys that 5 minutes on my side of the fence and they'd be a changed man ... LOL! I guess I was the sleezeball. I had met this really hot straight male dancer that night and was thinking I might bring him to the regular afterparty shenanigans. I was there with my gay friend Jimbo and we both lived an hour from the club so I couldn't ditch him but this dancer was really trying to come home with me and Jimbo didn't like the idea. I was pretty messed up on alcohol and Extacy that night already. At last call he bought me another drink and I didn't think twice to drink it. When the lights came on and it was time to leave Jon (the owner) came up to me and told me to stay and hang out and have more drinks and Jimbo was welcome. So I decided that sounded more fun than hanging out with some guy I didn't know. We sat at a booth and talked, laughed and drank for at least an hour. I'm not sure what time we wrapped up but it was so late that the parking garage had closed the gates by the time I tried to get my car and leave. Usually you are just screwed till morning if that happens but I had a special connection, Jon. When I went back to the club to tell him the garage was locked up he said we could go to another parking garage with someone who can open the garage my car was in. That was when he offered to take me to the other garage...on the back of his HARLEY!! (motorcycle) I had never been on a motorcycle before. I never felt so amazing than I did on that bike ... in the wind. But on the ride back with the guy with the key following us, I started getting really fkd up, dizzy and kind of silly. When we got back to the club I said I didn't feel right and needed the bathroom. The last thing I remember was feeling like I was going to faint on my way down the hallway to the bathroom.
This is the part where we have to rely on my memory of what Jimbo told me about the rest of the events of that night. I don't know how it happened but he said Jon ended up sitting on the stairs outside rocking me like a baby. I was in and out of consciousness and thank God I was safe. That is when Jimbo told me I was whispering something in Jon's ear and he thought I said something about using my sister's ID since 17 years old.
Either way, that creepy guy wanted me alone and I am positive he is the one that slipped it to me. How gross!!!! Thank God I wasn't alone with him and had good friends with me when it happened. But I watched him hand me my beer, he slipped it without me noticing. Be careful ... this drug is strong and you become 100% vulnerable.
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