FINALLY!!! no one is home so i have a chance to write...i'll begin with last weekend...after the drama with clyde, catherine and laura decided they were going to help me drown my sorrows...i started drinking with kelli, patrick , and ryan at about seven until catherine came to pick me up...we went to granby street in norfolk...first we went to cam's going away party at margarita's, a tiny mexican restaurant...i had a shot of "tokillya" and some of laura's blue margarita...then we headed down the street to la galleria for a drink...next on our stops was about a block away, a high class techno club called time...i have no idea how much i drank there, but i was enough to have me pretty fucked up...we left time and went to barger and dean's house (barger is laura's ex-boyfriend)...we drank some expensive champaigne there...then we headed out for after hours...we walked up in shakespeare's like we owned it...dean was dropping hundreds like crazy, wich was cool with me...the night was going great...but then something happened...i don't know who or how, but someone drugged both me and catherine...everything felt like it was underwater...i couldn't see straight...i felt so fucked up...not drunk, but like i took some kind of drugs...i don't really remember much about late night...i remember dancing with cam...and i remember catherine pulling me out the door to leave without saying goodbye to anyone...i can vaguely remember catherine driving and almost running us off the road because she was passing out...she asked me to drive...i can't believe i made it home after drinking for almost twelve hours straight and being drugged in the process of getting to my drunken state...when we got to my house catherine was out cold...i could hardly wake her up...we got out of the car and both stumbled to the door of the house...i remember her saying something about feeling so fucked up...she fell on the couch and passed out once we were inside...i barely made it upstairs to my bedroom...i guess nick called me then because he said that i talked to him and then passed out on the phone...when i woke up at eleven the next morning my legs had sharp pains running up and down them...i stood up and felt drunk all over again...i got into the bathroom and fell...after calming myself down, i made it downstairs and tried to eat...i called catherine...she wasn't at my house and i was worried...no answer...i watched a couple lifetime movies and then went back to bed...catherine called me at three...she had just woken up...she asked what had happened the night before...i told her what i knew...she said that she thinks that we were drugged...the effects of whatever was put in our drinks didn't wear of for about three days...catherine got blood drawn on tuesday to see if anything could be found, but the amount was so small that they couldn't tell what it was...but it was definetly something that wasn't supposed to be there...monday i slept for eleven hours straight and she slept for fifteen...around thursday i started feeling closer to my normal self...i am so afraid to drink in bars and clubs now...it's scary to think that someone would actually do somehting like that to us...like she said..."it should be expected with us living the rock star lifestyle"