This might be a lot to type out, but I have to vent. I had one of the worst night's of my life last thursday. I was in bed sleeping and my girlfriend went out with coworkers after she got out of work at around 10pm. She didn't have work on Friday, I, however did. Well, I am peacefully dreaming and I get a phone call from her at 2am and she is wacked out of her mind wasted. She was just making noises and repeating words a million times. I was irritated and angry for her waking me with such bullshit. She wasn't even listening to what I was saying, just blabbing on and making no sense whatsoever. Then she started to deteriorate on the phone and started freaking out that she was stumbling and didn't know where she was, she couldn't read street signs and she was crying and moaning at this point. I jump out of bed and call a cab. Since my coat was stolen I just grabbed my suit jacket that I had out for the morning. So I am in slippers, tee shirt, pajama pants and a navy suit jacket. I get in the cab and I am trying to figure out where she is, which was a nightmare. I finally find her using a fence to keep herself up. It is like she didn't recognize me or anything and I was trying to get her into the car and it was very hard. It was like trying to handle a dead body. So, we are in the cab going back to my place and she starts vomiting everywhere in the cab. I am screaming NOOOOOO!!!!!! I yell for the cab driver to pull over, I am trying to get her out of the car, the cab driver is screaming at me. Both me and the girlfriend are covered in puke. The cab driver has towels and spray and I am cleaning us off and cleaning puke out of this taxi cab. After it was mostly clean, I handed the driver a $50 and apologized and said to just go. I am sitting with my poor lady who is crying her eyes out and just like beyond drunk. After a while and more vomiting I hail another cab and I lugged our stinky bodies into the damn thing and got us home. I had to carry her into my place and I just put her on the floor on this old blanket. I stayed up with her the rest of the night to make sure she was breathing ok and everything. I took off the puke clothes and such. It was fucking awful, just awful. She was so out of it, and acting so strange I really think she had some drinks, but got roofied or something. Her friend who was with her said she only had 3 drinks and then put on her coat and left. To make the night even more fucked up her friend was stumbling home and she got hit by a drunk driver, then made the drunk driver drive her home! You can't even make this shit up. After staying up with her and after she woke and got up to use the bathroom and was able to talk to me I finally went to bed at 8:30 in the morning after calling into work and using a vacation day. So Monday morning has been catch-up day in the office.