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Monday 10th December 2012 | Cassandra
Guess what happened to me the other night?
The only thing I thought would never happen, happened.
It was Friday night and as most of you do, I am sure, I decided to wrap up my week with a drink in a club in the West End. It was like any other normal Friday night. I remember standing with my usual vodka and coke, surrounded by some of my closest friends…. and that’s the last thing I remember.
It was 1 am. We had arrived at the Cuckoo Club, Piccadilly. I had been out for dinner with some good friends and I had only two drinks before going out. I wasn’t drunk at all because I knew that I had an early start on Saturday. It was supposed to be a calm night with some good friends and a couple of drinks, but that wasn’t how it ended up...
Actually I still have no idea exactly what happened that night. I just know that I woke up in a hospital bed with a drip in my arm, blood on my clothes and vomit in my hair.
Luckily I was surrounded by lots of my best friends. But they, like me, had no idea what had happened. A nurse had called and told them that I was at the hospital after a man had found me lying on the street and had decided to help.
Even now I have no idea what an earth can have happened... perhaps my drink was spiked, but the spikers didn't get me far… I am no stranger to a vodka or two so I do not think it was me being drunk… at even if I was, i've always managed to make it home...
At least I can say from the state of me when I woke up… It must have been a big night!
The moral of the story is be sure to party with your best mates and make sure they get you home ok!
