I was roofied on a Sunday morning once. I went out on my own for a Sunday Funday, and a random couple at the bar invited me to go to a baseball game with them. We stopped at their place for another drink on the way, and the next thing I (very vaguely) remember is wobbling down the stairs near the stadium and telling a security guard I was trying to get to the baseball game. He told me the game was over, so I checked my watch, and decided he was right. From there, I have a very vague memory of walking down the road to my regular watering hole, and eventually got myself home.
I was wearing a baseball jersey instead of whatever shirt I had started the day in, plus my location history said I spent a few hours at the stadium, so I’m pretty sure we actually went to the game.
I was roofied on a Sunday morning once. I went out on my own for a Sunday Funday, and a random couple at the bar invited me to go to a baseball game with them. We stopped at their place for another drink on the way, and the next thing I (very vaguely) remember is wobbling down the stairs near the stadium and telling a security guard I was trying to get to the baseball game. He told me the game was over, so I checked my watch, and decided he was right. From there, I have a very vague memory of walking down the road to my regular watering hole, and eventually got myself home.
I was wearing a baseball jersey instead of whatever shirt I had started the day in, plus my location history said I spent a few hours at the stadium, so I’m pretty sure we actually went to the game.