Its so fucked man. All day yesterday, I was pacing around the apartment stressed out as fuck about the night before. I dont remember much of the night and I woke up pretty panicked the next morning. So this is my story:
I met this awesome lifty at the hill, have a crush on and really excited we started going out. 2 days ago, I got up at a normal time, went skiing until 1pm, met up with her at the park and enjoyed the sunset with a glass of wine. We go to my place, show her around and everything. Around 7:30, we set out to the bar to meet up with her friends and play some bingo. I was a little tired, so ordered a red rain to wake me back up. I did not drink any alcohol that night; I was driving.
When I got to the bar, all my lifty friends were there, but nobody said hi or even recognized me after shaving. Pretty bummed out, a little tired and getting irritable, I asked my girlfriend if she was ok with me having a joint and a smoke to come back fresher. While I was having a smoke, I stayed on the balcony. At first I just sat down and scanned the area for a conversation. But after not really enjoying the smoke, I got up, finished the smoke and walked off a bit to have a joint. While toking, I could not help notice this strange creepy guy hovering my table where I left my drink.
At this point, I condemn the drink. There was a surge in spiked drinks at the bar, so I took no chances. I pickup my drink and this is where everthing gets hazy.
I send back my drink and mention it to the group of girls I was apart. I remember going for a pee and a creepy person with bad vibes stands beside me in the stall less urinal and begins talking about my junk and "how I should relax to pee better". By now, I was so fucked up, defencess and fucking scared. I rush back to the table and trip out by zoning out. I try to mention something, but the fear about my state began to take ahold. For then on, my fight of fight reflex was active and powerful.
A critical part of the night was this creepy guy was hovering our table, and a friend asks him to sit. (I really dont remember this part) Suddenly, that voice scared the shit out of me again. I felt like he was praying on me, but I was so fucked up I had no idea what was going on at this point, So I played along to no worry anyone.
Around 10, I remember my speech being so slurred and the fact I could not finish sentence forced me to ask to go home. I could no longer catch up with bingo and the fear got the best of me. I remember not being able to make a choice or decision. Time was so skewed for me, what was 4 minutes felt like 20minutes.
Then I woke up with a blanket that was in another room the day before. I dont remember how it ended up there, so I suppose I went and got it. My body ached and I have to give up a day of skiing. My girlfriend drove me home, made me feel safe and returned to her friends. She reassured me that nothing happened and she was watching me the entire night. I will never forget her help that night.
So the now is the problem. I was tired, smoked a joint and freaked out is the current theory she is going with. I have toked for 7 years, greened out, browned out, smoked to the point I was so out of it, but I always come back and enjoyed the night, even when I puked...even when I begin to pass out from fatigue with strangers in the room. But this...this was much much worse and so much scarier. Over all, II feel like I have been cheated out of my night, out of my day of skiing and my good mood. I dodged a bullet, but other were not so lucky.
http://www.nelsonstar.com/news/367575801.html
With my girlfriend, we puzzled back the pieces, but I still doubt everything from the bar. I did get a description of the possible suspects.
-Man
-Age 60s
-5'10 about
-short grey hair and a semi shaven beard
-HE WORE A GREEN DOWN JACKET this I remember clearly
-he seems to speak with a speech problem, like he was mentally retarded.
-He was with another guy that identified himself as "his brother" That guy had bigger glasses and a baseball cap on...thats all I remember.
-He is in the Nelson, BC area. If you see him, keep an eye on him and your drinks.
Be Careful guys, there are some fucked up people in the bars.
