A couple of years back, it was a " drinking " day, we had spent the day drinking rum and playing dominoes.
We ended up at night in a " cabaret" ( understand , fishy whore house ) just next door to my place ( but we hardly ever go ).
My wife, who hardly ever drinks, orders a beer ( party time !! ), while we were all drinking rum. The waitress-cum-leisure-lady brings the presidente beer and hands it to my french friend, who was on holiday here, and I pas.s it over to my wife.
Waitress comes back and whispers something to my wife, who doesnt catch what is said, mainly because of the 63 000 decibels of music.
She only gathers it has to do with the beer, and decides to sit it under her chair.
We call it a night and all stagger home.
I pick up the untouched beer, and drink maybe a third of it, as we are all saying goodbyes.
Go to bed, sleep a couple of hours, maybe 3 or 4. Get up.
I feel weak, so weak..... and spent half the day retching, something bad.
Granted we had drunk a fair amount of booze, but
a) I am scottish, hence immune to booze. We get it in our bootles as babys, instead of milk.
b) I have worked in bars/restaurants my whole life, immunising .
c) I went to university, where the main course was getting wasted.
Well I had never experienced anything like that, never. I have been hungover before, i have been sick before, i have taking friends to hospital to get their stomach pumped due to overdose on booze, i have a friend who fell in a coma due to binge drinking ( can you believe ? )........
But this was on a diffrent level.
The best guess, was that the beer was spiked with something, or they tried to poison me
.Lesson learned, i dont drink in shady whore houses anymore, and if i did, i wouldnt drink anything that had been untapped/opened prior to its arrival at the table.
