Festival story time, girls and boys, gather round.
Summer of '07 I was away on a festival with some friends. At said festival I met up with my best friend's ex boyfriend. Now me and said ex boyfriend were really great friends, but he and my best friend weren't on speaking terms and it made me feel like the kid of divorced parents. So I go hang out with him and his friends, and when I get to their camp, they have a bottle of Jaeger there. "No-one here likes Jaeger, do you want it?" Did I ever.
Anyways, we sit down and have this really grown-up, rational conversation about how to solve the problem of them not talking so that we could all hang out together again. I'd already had a few before, so I was chugging from that bottle like it was water. My friend's friend later told me "You guys were amazingly sober sitting down. But the second you both got up..." Sledgehammer-to-the-head drunk.
Cue a 6 hour memory gap, then waking up in the morning in another tent, freaked out and confused. My friend's friend had been nice enough to look after me when I'd been a drunk ass-hat, but I still felt really shitty about it.
Kids, don't drink half a bottle of Jaeger straight. Just don't.
Capture: Just drive. I think the escapist is trying to get me killed.