So, I was at a bar with friends lFriday, and we ran into some people from another law school which shall not be named but is much stodgier and uptight than my own.
One of their 1ls was talking to me, and the rest of his friends left; at which point I realized he was completely, incredibly, amazingly, drunk. Cue him trying to make out with me while I'm like "No," him pouting "why," and then collapsing on me.
I take him to a chair in the corner, trying to get a hold of his friends. Those who respond say "Haha, take him home with you!" At which point he sorta leaps on me. As I have no desire to have this happen, but I also am not comfortable leaving somebody passed out in a bar, I ended up taking him to his place, with him passed out around me on the trip, and then leaving.
I'm curious; apparently everyone I was there with thought this was ridiculous, and they'd have left them there. What would you have done?
I've taken chicks to their home that I knew. Strangers? Leave 'em.
Leave him there. Obviously he's not in condition to give meaningful consent.
Leave him. He's not your responsibility.
Quote from: DGuller on October 04, 2009, 03:01:28 PM
Leave him there. Obviously he's not in condition to give meaningful consent.
I didn't take him home to have my way with him. I took him home because I didn't want somebody passed out on a street corner in New York. I left him after I got him home.
Not a stranger. Especially a dude who was trying to do me.
Well, I think you did the right thing, myself. Just ask - what would you want someone to do, if the situation were reversed?
It sucks when someone's drunkenness imposes obligations on you, but sometimes it happens.
The worst is when someone's bad acid trip imposes obligations on you. That's happened to me - talking some girl down for ten straight hours, and I didn't even like her. Her so-called friends just dumped her at a house I was visiting and left - I was the only person who knew her there. Now, *that* sucked. :lol:
Quote from: Malthus on October 04, 2009, 03:04:15 PM
The worst is when someone's bad acid trip imposes obligations on you. That's happened to me - talking some girl down for ten straight hours, and I didn't even like her. Her so-called friends just dumped her at a house I was visiting and left - I was the only person who knew her there. Now, *that* sucked. :lol:
As someone who had friends good enough to talk me down from an acid trip way back in 1992, I commend you on doing that Malthus.
So, em, did you give her a lawyers' bill afterwards....10 hours times Malthus's hourly wage= Holy Shit. :hug:
Rape.
Disassemble them and use their atoms for something else.
I like Neil's answer. but barring that, I'd probably help get someone to their home, then vanish.
Quote from: Josephus on October 04, 2009, 03:13:35 PM
Quote from: Malthus on October 04, 2009, 03:04:15 PM
The worst is when someone's bad acid trip imposes obligations on you. That's happened to me - talking some girl down for ten straight hours, and I didn't even like her. Her so-called friends just dumped her at a house I was visiting and left - I was the only person who knew her there. Now, *that* sucked. :lol:
As someone who had friends good enough to talk me down from an acid trip way back in 1992, I commend you on doing that Malthus.
So, em, did you give her a lawyers' bill afterwards....10 hours times Malthus's hourly wage= Holy Shit. :hug:
:lol:
I wan't a lawyer at the time, but a potter's assistant - my hourly wage could probably be neatly handled with some change found under the couch cushions. ;)
In a way I was the cause. Though not directly. More symbolically, as it were.
To explain.
I had a friend who was (and still is) a dippy-hippy of sorts. He lived in a communal house with a bunch of other freaks. From somewhere he acquired a hott hippy girlfriend, long on looks but short on brains. Thing is, *he*was monogamously in luuuve with her - she, not exactly. She liked him well enough but also liked to fuck other guys on occasion, made no secret of this. This bugged him no end, but he pretended it didn't and stored up a heap of bitterness.
She moved into his crash-space, and things got worse. One day, he came home and found her fucking two other guys in his bed. Apparently, fucking other guys *in his bed* was a no-no, according to him, and broke whatever rules they had worked out. He didn't say anything - he just grabbed some of his shit and slammed the door on his way out.
And didn't come back.
Well, she hung out for a few days, waiting for him to come back, and ge didn't. He just fucked off - no contact at all. His roomates started making noises about her either paying rent or fucking off after a while, so she left back to Montreal. His stuff went to the curb.
A few months later she was back in Toronto and with some "friends" who scored a lot of Acid. While they started to trip, they came to this *other* communal house, where just by chance I was also visiting. I hadn't known this chick all that well, but she knew I was a friend of L., and the very sight of me I guess lanced a big boil of guilt that his passive-agressive disappearing act had laid on her. She got all weepy and suicidal - "I'm such a slut I don't deserve to live" - and her "friends" annonced she was bringing them down and fucked off.
So I had the privilege of talking her down for the next 10 hours. :(
Can anyone describe that whole "acid trip" and "talking down" stuff to an actuary? What are those things?
I talk down to people all the time. No one thanks me. :(
Quote from: DGuller on October 04, 2009, 03:32:21 PM
Can anyone describe that whole "acid trip" and "talking down" stuff to an actuary? What are those things?
An "acid trip" is apparently something all trained Canadian lawyers are required to do. Malthus is off it, and Crazycanuck and Barrister are on it.
Quote from: The Brain on October 04, 2009, 03:36:00 PM
I talk down to people all the time. No one thanks me. :(
Thanks a lot. :rolleyes:
Quote from: DGuller on October 04, 2009, 03:32:21 PM
Can anyone describe that whole "acid trip" and "talking down" stuff to an actuary? What are those things?
It is like a 30 cent error hidden in Accounts Receivable.
If I know them than I get them to their home (or a place they will be safe).
If I don't than I would tell the bartender that this person is in no condition to be in a bar or allowed to leave on their own. It passes the onus to the establishment.
Quote from: Martinus on October 04, 2009, 03:39:20 PM
Quote from: DGuller on October 04, 2009, 03:32:21 PM
Can anyone describe that whole "acid trip" and "talking down" stuff to an actuary? What are those things?
An "acid trip" is apparently something all trained Canadians are required to do.
fixed for accuracy
Quote from: Malthus on October 04, 2009, 03:27:51 PM
So I had the privilege of talking her down for the next 10 hours. :(
From the outlined description of events, I would say you wasted your time on her and should probably just have let her cut herself.
Fucking TWO guys in HIS bed.
I mean.. there's gotta be some sort of common sense rule against that sort of thing.
Bad: Your mother fucking one of your friends.
Worse: Your mother getting DP'd by TWO of your friends.
You canadians are obviously better people than the rest of the world, with your carefree no-judgement morals.
Quote from: DGuller on October 04, 2009, 03:32:21 PM
Can anyone describe that whole "acid trip" and "talking down" stuff to an actuary? What are those things?
Weeel - that may take some time.
Suffice it to say that hallucinogens, particularly LSD, are really best thought of as
tools. Unlike (say) smoking pot, or drinking, they ain't necessarily reliable in what they will do to your mind. A lot depends on so-called 'set" and "setting" - meaning, basically, the attitude and state of mind you are in, the people you are with, and the place you are at.
As with any tool, it can be used to build something neat, or to bash your thumb. At its best, hallucinogens can be a near-religious mind-expanding and life-affirming thing, helping people to see their relationship with others and the cosmos. But at its worst ... the reverse. People can get drawn into a negative self-referential fugue of depression, which can be somewhat dangerous, leading to an exaggerated state of self-hatred.
In a sense, hallucinogens can help people to
see clearly stuff that is normally invisible to them. This can be a
good thing, leading to all sorts of valuable insights ... it can also be a
bad thing, where what you see isn't pleasing. It all depends on what your mind (influenced by "set" and "setting") chooses to emphasize.
Basically, if you are with good friends who appreciate you and want what is best for you, and in a place that is safe and comfortable, chances are you will have a "good" trip. If you are with people who dislike you or could not care less about you, and is unsafe, uncomfortable and unfamilliar, your chances of having a "bad" trip are greater. Not that anything is predictable, sometimes people have a great trip in the most unpromising settings - but it is unwise.
"Talking down" is when someone who knows about this stuff helps someone having a bad trip ameliorate or deal with the bad trip.
Of course, I'm complaining about a damn dirty hippie being treated like a damn dirty hippie should be treated, so I don't know why I'm complaining at all, really.
Perhaps, deep down inside, I feel for this fucking hippie on a man-to-man level, where I am able to look past his moral ambiguity and see the poor suffering man inside.
Like if I saw a communist jew getting his cock cut off I would still wince.
On second thought...
That sounds interesting. I've never tried drugs - I'm too stuck up and too much of a control freak for that. Though I think that if I did some day, the effects could be... interesting to say the least. That's why I am scared shitless of it. :P
Quote from: Slargos on October 04, 2009, 03:46:49 PM
Quote from: Malthus on October 04, 2009, 03:27:51 PM
So I had the privilege of talking her down for the next 10 hours. :(
From the outlined description of events, I would say you wasted your time on her and should probably just have let her cut herself.
Fucking TWO guys in HIS bed.
I mean.. there's gotta be some sort of common sense rule against that sort of thing.
Bad: Your mother fucking one of your friends.
Worse: Your mother getting DP'd by TWO of your friends.
You canadians are obviously better people than the rest of the world, with your carefree no-judgement morals.
Meh, I said I didn't like her much. She was good-looking, but dumb and looked like she'd have crabs or something, and probably did. But regardless, I couldn't leave someone in that state among strangers. It just wouldn't be right.
Quote from: Martinus on October 04, 2009, 03:51:57 PM
That sounds interesting. I've never tried drugs - I'm too stuck up and too much of a control freak for that. Though I think that if I did some day, the effects could be... interesting to say the least. That's why I am scared shitless of it. :P
Wha.. like.. you might end up fucking some woman? :P
Quote from: Martinus on October 04, 2009, 03:51:57 PM
That sounds interesting. I've never tried drugs - I'm too stuck up and too much of a control freak for that. Though I think that if I did some day, the effects could be... interesting to say the least. That's why I am scared shitless of it. :P
You are wise to be worried. I'm scared of doing it again myself, and I've done it dozens of times. I've just accumulated so much baggage of regrets and responsibilities, I'm worried about what I'd see and not like ... ;)
Quote from: Slargos on October 04, 2009, 03:53:23 PM
Quote from: Martinus on October 04, 2009, 03:51:57 PM
That sounds interesting. I've never tried drugs - I'm too stuck up and too much of a control freak for that. Though I think that if I did some day, the effects could be... interesting to say the least. That's why I am scared shitless of it. :P
Wha.. like.. you might end up fucking some woman? :P
Not really. I may kill someone. Or start a religion. Or collapse in a self-destructive puddle of psychological goo. :P
Quote from: Martinus on October 04, 2009, 03:55:47 PM
Quote from: Slargos on October 04, 2009, 03:53:23 PM
Quote from: Martinus on October 04, 2009, 03:51:57 PM
That sounds interesting. I've never tried drugs - I'm too stuck up and too much of a control freak for that. Though I think that if I did some day, the effects could be... interesting to say the least. That's why I am scared shitless of it. :P
Wha.. like.. you might end up fucking some woman? :P
Not really. I may kill someone. Or start a religion. Or collapse in a self-destructive puddle of psychological goo. :P
You know.
If we ever do make that languish meet in Amsterdam, we're first going to have to go through the whole "Slargos was mainly just kidding" mantra.
I don't want "murdered by a polish faggot on an acid trip" in my final police report. :P
If you didn't make fun of Marty, you wouldn't be a true Languishite. :contract:
Quote from: Slargos on October 04, 2009, 03:59:03 PM
You know.
If we ever do make that languish meet in Amsterdam, we're first going to have to go through the whole "Slargos was mainly just kidding" mantra.
I don't want "murdered by a polish faggot on an acid trip" in my final police report. :P
Especially one in which the murder
method made the investigating officer giggle like a schoolgirl and/or puke. :D
Quote from: Malthus on October 04, 2009, 04:02:38 PM
Quote from: Slargos on October 04, 2009, 03:59:03 PM
You know.
If we ever do make that languish meet in Amsterdam, we're first going to have to go through the whole "Slargos was mainly just kidding" mantra.
I don't want "murdered by a polish faggot on an acid trip" in my final police report. :P
Especially one in which the murder method made the investigating officer giggle like a schoolgirl and/or puke. :D
My thoughts exactly. :cry:
Quote from: Slargos on October 04, 2009, 03:59:03 PM
Quote from: Martinus on October 04, 2009, 03:55:47 PM
Quote from: Slargos on October 04, 2009, 03:53:23 PM
Quote from: Martinus on October 04, 2009, 03:51:57 PM
That sounds interesting. I've never tried drugs - I'm too stuck up and too much of a control freak for that. Though I think that if I did some day, the effects could be... interesting to say the least. That's why I am scared shitless of it. :P
Wha.. like.. you might end up fucking some woman? :P
Not really. I may kill someone. Or start a religion. Or collapse in a self-destructive puddle of psychological goo. :P
You know.
If we ever do make that languish meet in Amsterdam, we're first going to have to go through the whole "Slargos was mainly just kidding" mantra.
I don't want "murdered by a polish faggot on an acid trip" in my final police report. :P
Nah I think the murder one is least likely. I just fear that with enough of "mind opening" drugs, I would abandon my life and start a religion or a revolution, or do something equally stupid. And I like my comfortable luxurious lifestyle too much. :P
If some one is hitting you and then they fall unconscious I think that means you won the fight.
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Quote from: Razgovory on October 04, 2009, 04:41:08 PM
If some one is hitting you and then they fall unconscious I think that means you won the fight.
Quote from: Ed Anger on October 04, 2009, 03:40:57 PM
Quote from: DGuller on October 04, 2009, 03:32:21 PM
Can anyone describe that whole "acid trip" and "talking down" stuff to an actuary? What are those things?
It is like a 30 cent error hidden in Accounts Receivable.
I'm not an accountant.
With the several times that has happened to me with chicks, I've taken them to my place, put them on my couch, and put a large glass of ice water next to them, or taken them to their apartment if it was walkable. With drunk dudes, I've always just left them where they were, unless I know them. Except in college, when I would write on them with markers or maybe shave their eyebrows off.
Quote from: DGuller on October 04, 2009, 05:10:49 PM
Quote from: Ed Anger on October 04, 2009, 03:40:57 PM
Quote from: DGuller on October 04, 2009, 03:32:21 PM
Can anyone describe that whole "acid trip" and "talking down" stuff to an actuary? What are those things?
It is like a 30 cent error hidden in Accounts Receivable.
I'm not an accountant.
Do you really expect people to know the difference between an accountant and an actuarian? I'm expected to be well verse in criminal law even though I'm an antitrust lawyer. :P
If this happened to me i'd see to it they got somewhere safe. Their home, perhaps? I certaintly could not leave them there.
Quote from: Martinus on October 04, 2009, 05:23:41 PM
Do you really expect people to know the difference between an accountant and an actuarian? I'm expected to be well verse in criminal law even though I'm an antitrust lawyer. :P
Is the C in actuarian a hard C or a soft C?
Re: the OP--
Perpetuate myself through her ova. Or place my nuptial gift on her face. Whichever seems most appropriate.
Quote from: Ideologue on October 04, 2009, 05:45:57 PM
Perpetuate myself through her ova. Or place my nuptial gift on her face. Whichever seems most appropriate.
Dunno if either would ever be appropriate at a bar. :unsure:
Quote from: Malthus on October 04, 2009, 05:48:07 PM
Quote from: Ideologue on October 04, 2009, 05:45:57 PM
Perpetuate myself through her ova. Or place my nuptial gift on her face. Whichever seems most appropriate.
Dunno if either would ever be appropriate at a bar. :unsure:
Well, you take her back to her house first. What do you think I am, some kind of pervert?
Quote from: DisturbedPervert on October 04, 2009, 05:16:18 PM
With the several times that has happened to me with chicks, I've taken them to my place, put them on my couch, and put a large glass of ice water next to them, or taken them to their apartment if it was walkable. With drunk dudes, I've always just left them where they were, unless I know them. Except in college, when I would write on them with markers or maybe shave their eyebrows off.
:lol:
Dude, I may be developing a man-crush on you. :lol:
Quote from: Ideologue on October 04, 2009, 05:45:57 PM
Re: the OP--
Perpetuate myself through her ova. Or place my nuptial gift on her face. Whichever seems most appropriate.
I don't have ovaries. Which leaves only one option. :P
Quote from: Ideologue on October 04, 2009, 05:49:15 PM
Well, you take her back to her house first. What do you think I am, some kind of pervert?
The question is whether you are an *outrageous* pervert. :P
Quote from: DGuller on October 04, 2009, 05:10:49 PM
Quote from: Ed Anger on October 04, 2009, 03:40:57 PM
Quote from: DGuller on October 04, 2009, 03:32:21 PM
Can anyone describe that whole "acid trip" and "talking down" stuff to an actuary? What are those things?
It is like a 30 cent error hidden in Accounts Receivable.
I'm not an accountant.
You really want me to toss you in with insurance salesmen?
in regards to bad trips, its good to have niacin around. works faster than talking about their pharmopsychosis for 10 hours.
the other useful thing one can do is to repeatedly remind the taker that the bad situation is temporary and it will indeed pass. scared people lost in the dreamtime forget that time will start moving again.
Quote from: Razgovory on October 04, 2009, 04:41:08 PM
If some one is hitting you and then they fall unconscious I think that means you won the fight.
:lol:
Quote from: Ideologue on October 04, 2009, 05:45:57 PM
Re: the OP--
Perpetuate myself through her ova. Or place my nuptial gift on her face. Whichever seems most appropriate.
<_<
Quote from: saskganesh on October 04, 2009, 10:57:05 PM
in regards to bad trips, its good to have niacin around. works faster than talking about their pharmopsychosis for 10 hours.
Never tried that trick with niacin. I've heard a lot of things mentioned as bad trip enders, but many of 'em I assume were more or less placebos.
Quote from: DGuller on October 04, 2009, 03:32:21 PM
Can anyone describe that whole "acid trip" and "talking down" stuff to an actuary? What are those things?
An acid trip is like base jumping in reverse.
give that person this tattoo
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http://www.aftonbladet.se/nyheter/article5903376.ab
article in scandaweenie.. but you can guess, get drunk, pass out, get tattoo.
Disturbing. Four testicles.
Quote from: Malthus on October 05, 2009, 02:36:50 PM
Disturbing. Four testicles.
Now we know where Hitler's and Himmler's went.
Quote from: Faeelin on October 04, 2009, 02:58:42 PM
What would you have done?
It depends:
Good-looking chick: I'm too much of a gentleman at heart to actually take advantage of her, so I'd probably just take her to her place.
Ugly chick or a guy: Time for pranks with Superglue!
Gentlemen treat ugly chicks courteously as well.
Quote from: Peter Wiggin on October 05, 2009, 02:44:16 PM
Gentlemen treat ugly chicks courteously as well.
Objection. Irrelevant.
Quote from: Malthus on October 05, 2009, 11:45:54 AM
Quote from: saskganesh on October 04, 2009, 10:57:05 PM
in regards to bad trips, its good to have niacin around. works faster than talking about their pharmopsychosis for 10 hours.
Never tried that trick with niacin. I've heard a lot of things mentioned as bad trip enders, but many of 'em I assume were more or less placebos.
you need at least 1000 mg; takes about half an hour all told. there's some reports on erowid and MAPS confirming that it works ... sometimes.
Quote from: Peter Wiggin on October 05, 2009, 02:44:16 PM
Gentlemen treat ugly chicks courteously as well.
Practical jokes aren't discourteous.
Incidentally, here's the email that went out over the list serve for their gay group today, after I mentioned it to a friend of mine:
"Bar Crawl was Fabulous last weekend. So fabulous that some NYU students recommend that we institute a buddy system (might not, ehm.... be a bad idea). Before 11pm two 1Ls (J.B. and K.S.) had enough liquid courage to go and talk to a nice otter visiting from Colorado (not to be confused with Butch Otter of Idaho). Too bad neither went home with him—at least from what I heard. One 1L had so much by midnight that he was escorted home by a nice boy from NYU law (yes, K.S.)."
:lmfao: