| 2 ( @ 2008-10-27 11:17:00 |
Roofied... final thoughts.
Over the past couple of posts, I've explained what happened on Saturday night. But I don't think I've been very effective at making it clear how I feel about the whole thing. I've had a lot of well-wishings from folks, and I thank you very much for that. Reading these really did help me feel better.
However, I want everyone to know that I'm just not taking this too seriously. And this is something I want to say before the barrage of "OMG, 2 got totally drugged and pwned!" comments come out (if they already haven't).
The only thing that I have really found myself a bit upset over is some of the London Furs complete denial of the event. They're going to completely dismiss this situation unless they have what they believe is hard evidence... which of course, there's not a chance of getting.
Guys... three and a half beers and a shot of tequila. That's it. Dare I say that thousands of people have seen me drink twice that much right in front of them. My last show in Germany, I drank two PITCHERS of beer and a half a pitcher of mead in front of the whole convention and was just fine. I downed at least half a dozen shots that furs bought for me at the last RBW *during* my show... and that was after I'd already had several beers.
I'm a functional alcoholic. Three and a half pints of beer and a shot is not going to send me into a medical emergency. I drink more than that just watching TV in the morning! (Ask Jibba. I'm not bullshitting.) I've drank FIVE pints of beer and TWO shots of vodka just TODAY! Just before I made this post!
Besides that, you have the opinions of medical services and two different police departments saying that I'd had something slipped in my drink. I really think you should consider the idea that you may simply want to throw this situation into ambiguity because you don't want to have the responsibility of dealing with it.
However... I'm going to defeat my own purpose here, if I'm not careful. Because what I'm here to say is that I really haven't been disgruntled or "injured" by this situation. And I really don't want anyone else to become too emotional about it.
When someone gets a punch in the face or a stubbed toe and runs around whining about it, what do I always say? "Grow a fucking spine." Well, it's easy to say that when it happens to someone else. And this is how I walk the talk. I got roofied. I spent a day sick. And you know what? ...So what? It's not the end of the world. In some ways, part of me is saying, "Dude, you got roofied. That's fucking hilarious."
I want people to understand the dangers of this and I would like them to be careful in regards to drinking at events like this. But when it comes to me, I have already started writing jokes about it that I'm going to tell on stage! I was being reckless, I got my ass handed to me and I'm willing to laugh about it. I don't want anyone starting lynch mobs. I consider this to be a punch in the face from a dumbass drunk. I would have probably fallen down and laughed about it.
So, while I want everyone to be aware of the dangers, I don't want to start some kind of "crusade". Just be careful. Don't drink in an unsafe way, and when it comes to me... laugh! That's what I'm here for, right?
**UPDATE**
Eight pints of beer I've had at this point. EIGHT pints. Still coherant. Nyaa.
Over the past couple of posts, I've explained what happened on Saturday night. But I don't think I've been very effective at making it clear how I feel about the whole thing. I've had a lot of well-wishings from folks, and I thank you very much for that. Reading these really did help me feel better.
However, I want everyone to know that I'm just not taking this too seriously. And this is something I want to say before the barrage of "OMG, 2 got totally drugged and pwned!" comments come out (if they already haven't).
The only thing that I have really found myself a bit upset over is some of the London Furs complete denial of the event. They're going to completely dismiss this situation unless they have what they believe is hard evidence... which of course, there's not a chance of getting.
Guys... three and a half beers and a shot of tequila. That's it. Dare I say that thousands of people have seen me drink twice that much right in front of them. My last show in Germany, I drank two PITCHERS of beer and a half a pitcher of mead in front of the whole convention and was just fine. I downed at least half a dozen shots that furs bought for me at the last RBW *during* my show... and that was after I'd already had several beers.
I'm a functional alcoholic. Three and a half pints of beer and a shot is not going to send me into a medical emergency. I drink more than that just watching TV in the morning! (Ask Jibba. I'm not bullshitting.) I've drank FIVE pints of beer and TWO shots of vodka just TODAY! Just before I made this post!
Besides that, you have the opinions of medical services and two different police departments saying that I'd had something slipped in my drink. I really think you should consider the idea that you may simply want to throw this situation into ambiguity because you don't want to have the responsibility of dealing with it.
However... I'm going to defeat my own purpose here, if I'm not careful. Because what I'm here to say is that I really haven't been disgruntled or "injured" by this situation. And I really don't want anyone else to become too emotional about it.
When someone gets a punch in the face or a stubbed toe and runs around whining about it, what do I always say? "Grow a fucking spine." Well, it's easy to say that when it happens to someone else. And this is how I walk the talk. I got roofied. I spent a day sick. And you know what? ...So what? It's not the end of the world. In some ways, part of me is saying, "Dude, you got roofied. That's fucking hilarious."
I want people to understand the dangers of this and I would like them to be careful in regards to drinking at events like this. But when it comes to me, I have already started writing jokes about it that I'm going to tell on stage! I was being reckless, I got my ass handed to me and I'm willing to laugh about it. I don't want anyone starting lynch mobs. I consider this to be a punch in the face from a dumbass drunk. I would have probably fallen down and laughed about it.
So, while I want everyone to be aware of the dangers, I don't want to start some kind of "crusade". Just be careful. Don't drink in an unsafe way, and when it comes to me... laugh! That's what I'm here for, right?
**UPDATE**
Eight pints of beer I've had at this point. EIGHT pints. Still coherant. Nyaa.