wtf?

So ok my distrust of men has offically increased. Cuz I don't remember most of the night tonight and ended up stranded in downtown nashville with no cell phone, no coat, and no ride home. Luckily, sys was downtown last night and had my roomate's phone number in her phone still. But seriously, even when I've been so drunk that there's no way I should have driven (and gotten there safe) home I've still never forgotten anything like I did tonight. I think the person that I went to the game with today put something in one of my glasses of wine. B/c I don't remember going to the atm, I don't remember paying a cover at the 2nd bar we went to, I don't remember if I actually took my coat with me out of the stadium...I don't remember taking it off anywhere else...the only thing I remember clearly after we left the hockey stadium was the bartender's name...amy! who i discovered later, when I realized my stuff was missing, did not have my cell phone or my coat, but she remembered me having it on when I came into the bar. and since she had a couple other cell phones behind the bar, I thought that my chances were good that if I left my phone or my coat for that matter there, that she would have picked it up and put it behind the bar as well. then later, my roomie came down to the club to get me, b/c I had apparently (somehow) remembered the papa john's number and called him at work...frantic! "I don't know where my cell phone is, I don't know where my coat is, and I'll be damned if I can remember where my car is, but I'm *pretty sure* it's somewhere in nashville. I don't think I left it in clarksville." Him: where are you? me: downtown nashville...(looking around) second avenue at the goth club. And I don't have a way to get to my car, even if I knew where it was, and don't have a ride home." Do you have mike's number there at the store, cuz i think he might have my cell in his car.

My heart stopped beating for a while tonight too, oh yeah and I stopped breathing during this...and I remember thinking...um...that ain't good. I'm afraid to fall asleep now...bill thinks that "my friend" put something in my drink tonight...cuz he's known me a long time and never seen me act this way before. I think it's a good possibility. that's been going around nashville here lately...and I'm not even sure that this post makes any sense, as I can't even remember the first thing I typed now...so yeah.