I got roofied by restaurant staff working at the high-end Mexican food restaurant at Kyrstal Resort in Cancun a few years back........
unfortunately, it only knocked me out totally for about 30 mins. I started feeling like i'd been "Cosbied" walking back toward our room at the resort (I knew I was suddenly feeling "weird" and tired...) We laid down, my wife says our room starts to flood about 30 mins later, water gushing into the room from above -- through the light fixtures in the bathroom; she tries to wake me, and that's when apparently -- I have no recollection of any of the next hour -- I go on a total f'n rampage......
she calls staff to help with the room (obviously, in hindsight, this was an orchestrated event), who was intent on "moving" our luggage to another room, with me out, to steal some of our shit..... However, I'm trippin balls thinking i'm in Miami, apparently, (according to my wife), at a family reunion, but throwing shit over the balcony (room furniture, patio furniture, bedding, my wife's passport). She says I go totally unconscious and hit the floor, she thinks I'm dying at this point, and have just gone insane (she doesn't realize i'm totally non-conscience and will have no recollection of any of this shit)......
and although my wife was hesitant to talk about the details the next day, as I had no recollection of most of it, and kept asking her "why would I be destroying shit and throwing your passport off the balcony?" Months later, she admitted that she thought I was just being a jackass while "out on my feet", and she was fueling my rage by saying shit like "their gonna make you pay for this," and i'd respond with some stupid out of my mind shit like "fuk it, I'll pay for all this shit!!!" and start destroying more things.....
when she said "i'm gonna leave and fly home," I apparently said some shit like "Not without this!!!"..... There goes the passport over the sixth floor balcony....... You have to understand that my wife is fiesty, and she apparently fueled the rapidly-deteriorating scenario by arguing with a hot-head who was only conscious in body, not mind.......
Well, back to that night: When I finally "come to," as we're walking down the hall way to our new room, not knowing where the fuk I am.... I ask my wife, "what's going on, what are we doing?" She thinks i've totally lost my mind, and starts telling me all the shit i've done over the past hour..... But, interestingly the staff stays relatively calm......... They were telling my wife, who was panicked to hysteria-level, "he'll be ok," "probably had too much too drink", "he'll sleep it off", etc, as they knew what they had done.......
Just by coincidence, or maybe not, we'd told em "fuk off" earlier in the day at the hour-long "timeshare" sales pitch they made us go through for the low room rate, etc.....
nevertheless, they apparently abandoned the 'rip us off' scheme (or maybe it was to kidnap my hot wife?) when they got to the room and saw me going rock star on it, trying to tear the fukkin' paintings off the wall and throwing a lamp across the room..... they tried to charge me a grand for all the damage, and by then -- the next morning -- we'd figured out I'd been roofied. Told Krystal this fact, and that I wasn't paying for shit, as it happened at their hi-end mexican restaurant on premises..... And, there was no registered guest in the room above us to explain the 9 pm instant flooding of our room from the tub above.... In fact, I insisted all our shit be comped...... under threat of the policia being called in and the evidence my wife found on google about cancun tourists recently being "roofied", they gave in and the trip was free.......
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