Yo, I had my first taste of ecstasy last night. I will try and recount as accurately as possible my experience.
Prior to taking the pill, I had consumed a 70cl bottle of Buckfast (fortified tonic wine, 15% with 37.5 mg/100ml of caffeine) which will get you drunk and get you ready to go. Gives you a nice wee buzz with all the caffeine, good if you plan an energetic night out. I also had a vodka shot and half a can of Red Stripe that my friend had left in my room. I had eaten some lasagna and mashed sweet potatoes around half 6.
I'm really apprehensive about taking the pill. I have had no previous experience with them and really don't know what to expect. Added onto this I'm getting rather anxious because I don't know what affect they'll have on my body. Recently, a 17 year old girl died at a venue I frequent (in fact, I was there earlier in the night to watch Danny Brown in concert) called The Arches. Now due to her death after taking a 'Mortal Kombat' pill which have since been lab tested and found to contain traces of PMMA, The Arches stopped running their popular Wednesday club night 'Club Shangrila'
They also made all future events 21+ alienating most of their custom.
Anyway, Club Shangrila has relocated to this new venue, called Saint Jude's. Quite a nice place, rather unique. It's four stories tall and the general theme of the place is that of a flat party. The basements got a pretty banging sound system, a dance floor which stretches far back into the smoking area with a bar and some pretty cool lighting. There's an acoustic floor, the top floor has two awnings set up with lounge seating and DJ's, I think they're going with a beach resort type theme on this floor. The other floor's a mystery, I did not go into it.
Here's the set up of the place
Supposedly Duffy of 'Mercy' fame was playing. I didn't see this. It may or may not have happened.
I will try and be as descriptive as possible. Accounts are from own memory and that of a friend who did not partake in the pills.
We arrive at the venue. We go into an alleyway and take the pills. I took what was called a 'Mario All Star', round, blue pills. Some supposedly had images of Mario characters on them. I didn't notice this, it was dark. I just wanted to swallow it and get it over with. I'm already drunk at this stage and have started panicking about whether or not I'll survive the night.
I get into the club and hole up in the acoustic lounge. We were queuing for around 10 minutes. We were searched, that's why we took the pills before entering and went to redeem our free drinks. I opted for another can of Red Stripe. Sitting with two of my pals, I was just chilling. Having a talk. Waiting for something to happen.
I reckon it's been around 20 minutes since I took the pill.
Suddenly, my heart starts beating noticeably faster and I get a tingle shooting down my legs. Things at first go a little hazy, the sound goes a little distorted and I feel light headed. It is obvious that the effects are beginning. I tell my friend across the table, who has also consumed a pill, that I am indeed feeling it. A friend of mine called Lizzie approaches us. Pretty girl, but tonight she looks like the hottest girl on Earth.
"Wow, Lizzie you look amazing" I repeat numerous times as I eye her figure up and down. I realize that this room is full of attractive people. Everyone looks really good tonight. I complement Lizzie on her look again before I get up and head towards the man with the acoustic guitar. I begin bobbing up and down in front of him, sort of jiving along to the music and nodding my head rhythmically. His guitar sounds especially good tonight. I tell him he's doing a great job then glare out the window. The building across the road has some damn nice lamposts outside of it. I notice the slender outline of the lampost. A very attractive inanimate object.
I want to explore, after seeing several other girls and complementing them on how pretty they looked. Believe me, they were damn gorgeous.
"Wait, I know this guy" I proclaim as I see an American I played dodgeball with two weeks previously. I tell him he's dressed especially sharp tonight and follow him. I wandered into a side room. I had uncovered the toilet.
The toilet has only one cubicle and one sink. There was a little white bin in the corner and no urinals. I found this remarkable. I was also taken aback by how perfectly square the room was.
I discussed the layout of the room with several people as they formed a queue and generally mingled.
All of a sudden, I felt the room move. I was convinced we were in an elevator. As we had not arrived at our destination, I made sure nobody left the room. I didn't want anyone to get off at the wrong level. The door opens and in comes a Boy George lookalike, complete with red lipstick and a tight vest top.
He is the most remarkably interesting specimen I've ever seen. I abandon my quest for elevator dominance and approach this enigmatic being.
"You're the greatest thing I've ever seen" I tell him. I complement him on how interesting he looks, as I prod his nose to check what he's made out of. I tell him I am a great appreciator of his work and embrace him tightly. I am fascinated by how different this guy looks.
I wander out of the toilet with a friend and reinspect the top floor. Damn, the carpets on the stairs are really nice. So soft to touch. God, everyone is so friendly tonight. I am so happy to see them all. I approach many people I recognize from Uni, and embrace them "I know these/this guys" I proclaim before grabbing them in a loving hug. If I come across a group of people, I pull them in together, like I'm arranging my favorite toys for a group hug. God, it's so good to see everyone. I am fascinated to find out an acquaintance of mine has a brother who looks like him. I express my joy and tell them they're great guys.
I ventured into the basement at some point. I saw girls I hadn't spoken to in months and was over the moon to see them. God, all the guys are so handsome in fact I'm convinced most of them are male models and the girls look so pretty. I tell some that their skin looks great in the moonlight, I tell others that their hair smells amazing. Others I just glaze at in awe. So pretty.
I get taken by the hand outside by a friend of a girl I recently had sex with. She quizzes me about that particular night. I feel like I'm talking really fast. I can get my words out faster than I can process them. This amazes me so much that I let out little noises and screams at my excitement. We move under the outdoor staircase to escape the rain. I am fascinated by how many people are in such a small area and how attractive they all are. I complement them thoroughly whilst remarking that this VIP area is really neat.
The girl who has taken me outside continues talking. I am convinced she wants casual sex. I ask her if we are going to have intercourse. She says she would, but I'd tell everyone. Fair enough, I would, as I make an attempt to signal the lips zipped sign. She continues asking me questions whilst drawing on her cigarette, I notice that she has a particularly impressive rack. I inform her of this then ask her permission to look at it.
She obliges and I ogle her boobs. After a minute or two, a handsome man catches my attention, I follow him inside to ask if he's a male model and complement his dress sense.
I sit down with a girl I know called Lily and my friend who is now in the same place I am is buzzing around us. His pupils are dilated and are massive. I look at them intently, my face slowly coming closer to his so I can get a better view.
My friend says Lily and I should get with one another.
He took a photo
A Canadian girl storms over and asks how I can do that in front of Heather ( a girl I was having casual sex with in December) I do not know why they feel upset, I approach them and give a shrug before hitting the dancefloor.
The lighting scheme in here is very nice as I tell one of the bouncers. I move to the dancefloor and can feel the music filling me up. My other friends approach me as we move towards each other on the dancefloor. We are all having such great ecstasy experiences and are happy at sharing the moment together. After some nifty dancing, my friend and I decide to get a drink. Here I pop into Boy George again.
He informs me he was able to get some MDMA and his pupils are massive. We embrace, I tell him I love him and we dance around in circles as our reunion is a jubilant occasion. He knows me by name, I can't remember telling him. I am in awe that someone here knows my name. Such a small world.
We hit the acoustic floor. Damn, these carpets on the stairs are really nice. I embrace my lesbian flatmate on the stairs and tell her she's my favorite lesbian. I enter the room and they're playing American Pie. I move directly in front of the guitar man, close my eyes and let my body groove to the wondrous rendition. It's maybe the best song I've ever heard. I hang on every second and give an ovation when he ends the song. I go to touch the curtains for a bit. They're really silky. Marvelous.
I make my way to the bar. I see two girls with facepaint passing. One has a lion on her face. I stare at her in awe. Speechless. It's truly the greatest thing ever. They begin awkwardly laughing as I open my mouth to speak but no words arrive. Every time she cracks a smile, it shows her painted teeth on the inside of her lips. My eyes widen as she begins cutely laughing harder at my bewilderment. Eventually I tell them that they're the two coolest, loveliest, prettiest people I've ever met before leaving to the bar. A girl queuing smiles towards me. She's gorgeous. She can't possibly be looking at me. I look around. It's me. She's actually looking at me. I feel like I'm in that Weezer 'Teenage Dirtbag' video. I stand at the bar. She says 'hi' I reply "I swear I haven't stolen anything" whilst getting paranoid that she's looking at me.
She leaves as I convince a member of bar staff I haven't stolen anything. I ask for a vodka and coke. I have a sip. Wow. Terrific, the sweetest taste ever.
"How did you make this, it's magnificent" I shake his hand graciously and begin towards the guitar man. I approach a group of young men and begin a chorus of American Pie. They look terrified, I must be looking properly mental. One hesitatingly joins in as we sing. We finish the chorus and I applaud their efforts. I see an Irish girl called Maebh. I haven't seen her in months. I rush across to embrace her, tell her how great it is to see her and how pretty she is.
She asks me what I've taken, smiling. I say a happy pill as she laughs. I lean in and smell her hair. Ah, coconut. Terrific. I leave for pastures new as they bouncers begin closing the top floors and diverting everyone towards the basement. I walk up the stairs and approach a bouncer. I ask if he's been working out recently and poke his arms. I look down the spiraling staircase. "I know those people" I exclaim as I point at several different individuals. I thank him for inviting me into the party before going back into the acoustic lounge.
It has now been cleared of people apart from the bar staff, a bouncer and the guitar man. I walk around in a daze. The room looks bigger with less people. I ask the guitar man if he knows Elliott Smith songs, he does but he's packed away his guitar. We discuss the merits of XO and Either/Or.
I go to the basement. I see my friends. One looks like this.
It's so good to see everyone again. I tell my friends about this great new drink in my hand, vodka and coke. It tastes amazing.
We continue dancing and reveling in the moment as I pick up the gay guy from my flat, spin him around and tell him he's my favorite gay person. I also embrace a black, Janet Jackson looking girl and tell her she's my favorite black girl.
It's time to leave. I thank each member of security personally on the way out for such a fantastic night. I tell a guy he is very handsome before getting in the taxi home.
I feel upset, the night's now finished. I am sad that it's all over. Completely gutted at a loss.
We go to a friends flat. I feel cold. I sit in the corner shivering. A girl gives me her jacket. I cannot speak. I am so sad. In a room full of 13 people, I feel so alone as I clench my teeth down hard.
Eventually after many cuddles from concerned onlookers, I convince myself it is better to have loved and lost than to not have loved at all.
I go to my friends flat, I begin drinking half a bottle of vodka straight in an attempt to feel something. I feel empty.
I slept for maybe an hour or two and woke up remarkably happy and motivated to continue my day. I had had the best night of my life and the only comedown was that period of depression at the fact the night had ended. Most of today I felt like a new man, euphoric almost. Happiness, true nirvana is only a pill drop away. And that's terrific news.