This will probably get buried, but my girlfriend at the time had this friend who was also really hot but a bit unstable, loved drugs, and we actually got along extremely well as friends. She eventually dropped out of school and moved back home to the other side of the country and I continued dating my girlfriend.
A year later after I'd broken up with the girlfriend, I got a great internship on the other side of the country about 2 hours away from where she lived and decided to give her a text.
She invited me partying in Toronto, she'd gotten a hotel room at a really expensive hotel there, and I figured I could go out and be back for work 2 hours away because I'd be commuting against traffic.
I get there with my beer, and realize she didn't even have any plans to go out, we were just going to get fucked up and go for a swim in the hotel pool. It turns out to be closed after 10pm so we're just hanging out drinking the beer I brought, when she offers me some Ketamine.
I figure why not, and do a little and am laying in this massive super comfortable hotel bed with a solid buzz on feeling like ocean waves were gently washing over me from the Ketamine (I'd also just gotten back from a vacation to Bermuda where I'd fallen asleep like this a few times).
She says to me "You should do some more", I say "I'm good, this is really chill". Now, this is the moment that is cemented in my memory; her hopping across the bed in her tight little black dress, with a line on a literal silver platter (we'd ordered room service earlier), and says to me "I think you should do more". I am in no place to decline, so I agree.
Spent the next 4 hours tripping balls, I don't just think I'm a space ship, I think I'm some massive intergalactic cruiser that had thousands of smaller fighters launching an attack on something. Came to and my first conscious sober thought is "that feels like an ass", and realize we're messing around. Also very happy with this outcome.
I sleep for about 2 hours, before waking up to head to work, still feeling a little hazy. I go downstairs to the underground parking and wander to my car, I try and pay the $16 to leave and the machine won't work, I get paranoid and press the help button, maybe I looked funny walking to my car? Maybe they're stalling me so the cops can give me an impaired? Some guard comes down eventually and says "This thing is always fucked, management refuses to fix it, fuck them, you don't have to pay" and lets me out for free.
I'm kind of paranoid, could he tell I was still hazy? He was way too nice, this feels like a setup but I accelerate out of the package up to the street. Pull on the street expecting to get immediately stopped by a cop. Nothing, street is actually oddly empty for a Toronto street at 6am, drive home planning on "Working from home" as I slept next to my laptop.
Got home around 8:30am, realize I left my work laptop at work, and will have to venture into the office to get it, while still a little hazy and very hungover at this point, considered wearing sunglasses but that'd be too obvious. Shower and throw on a dress shirt, and head in.
I immediately get dragged into a meeting, and then afterwards get dragged into another one I'd forgotten about that required me to present my patent to the managers. Do the presentation, afterwards the boss tells me I did well, was very relaxed (probably due to the lingering effects of the drugs). They approve our patent, I later get $1000 bonus for this. Got home at 5pm, immediately passed out. It was a very good day. My life is very rarely this awesome.
Tldr: Drove two hours away to get fucked up on a Tuesday, was fed free drugs by my ex's hot friend, spend 4 hours as a massive intergalactic space cruiser, hooked up with her, woke up in time to go to work and give a presentation and got a bonus for it, and didn't have to pay for $16 worth of parking in downtown Toronto.