The perfect combination:
Now, we all have our own preferences, but like everyone else once I found a formula I liked I stuck to it until it reached mathematical perfection. To writ:

11:00 - Me and my like-minded friends head downtown. Being Austin, this is exceptionally easy as a college student (cheap cabs and free buses for students including a dedicated e-bus that made rounds around campus and the dorms, quite convenient). Being college students, at least one of my friends had a prescription to adderall. Pop a 15mg or a 20mg extended release (10 now, 10 in 4 hours) and the euphoria starts.

11:30 - Get to Sky Lounge, a fairly good night club aimed towards electronic music. Order a whiskey sour for a reasonable fee. Down it.

12:00 - DJ starts. Find my way to the best seat in the house - directly across from the DJ, on a bank of speakers - a box about six feet wide, four deep, and five tall. Just enough to comfortably seat four. Nestled between two six-foot-tall speakers and holding the subwoofers for the entire hall. The entire seat vibrates, and the view above the crowd is exceptional.

12:15 - Pop another adderall. Dose is now in the 20 to 30 mg range. Add a tab of speed-base ecstasy.

12:30 - My body is vibrating like a string. I am staring slack-jawed at the laser show, sitting with my legs crossed and my back against the wall. Bodies writhe and bounce as the DJ tears up the club. I love everybody, and the world is a dream of gyrating sound and glorious bursts of light.

1:00 - I haven't moved in 45 minutes. Most people react to amphetamines by moving - I go into exaggerated hyperfocus. Most people dance to feel the music through their body - I take it internally, and hear every single chord, melody, beat and rhythm into my mind, separate and distinct yet appreciated as a whole. Then I pop another adderall, bringing me up to 30mg or 45mg (either way, an unhealthy amount of amphetamines).

1:30 - Find someone trustworthy (and at this point, who isn't?) to watch my prized seat while I take my ritualistic piss. This is the only time I move all night.

2:00 - DJ encore. The crescendo of good feelings and happy vibes, the one last shebang before the night comes to an end and the club closes. I can't feel my legs, and when I do, they feel like iron from the tension. Nonetheless, a very pleasant sensation - my whole body is like a cello string, being plucked by the bass beat.

3:00 - The drive - often to a good 24 hour restaurant, but usually involving a great many more detours than is normally necessary. More trance music is blaring through the speakers. Excellent memory - driving back from dallas (a three hour drive) and seeing the sun come up while easing off of pills, "In Search of Sunrise" playing from the car speakers.

8:00 - I have eaten, drank, smoked, and sat around enough to successfully come off my high. Skipping this step is very unpleasant.

And there you have it, the perfect formula! A bit rambling and nostalgic, I know, but I'm new here. And as for the amounts of intoxicants and stimulants, I have been blessed with a speedy metabolism that, while meaning I can't hold my liquor past shot six, makes me an incredibly cheap drunk.

So, to summarize - an adderall, a drink, a tab, and two more adderall to keep the high. This formula has served me with Benny Benassi, Judge Jules, Armin van Buren, and every good DJ that passes through the music capital of Texas for the last four years.

Glorious memories, these.
(TheManWhoWas SlightlyKnackered, Wed 8 Apr 2009, 16:18, 7 replies)

Yet more proof
that septics have no idea how to party!
(username1, Wed 8 Apr 2009, 16:32, closed)

the problem seems to be a lack of rambling and nostalgia on the night
amphetamines without conversation OR dancing? deary me.
(Pingoo likes cheese, Wed 8 Apr 2009, 19:24, closed)

In retrospect...
In retrospect, this is a story about drugs and nightclubs with no dancing, talking, embarrassment, poo, or any moving at all, really.

I'm getting the idea that I'm a pretty self-contained person.

That, or incredibly boring.
(TheManWhoWas SlightlyKnackered, Wed 8 Apr 2009, 20:02, closed)

not boring...
... well yes boring, more perhaps shy and misguided. But I can imagine it was pretty rock and bread roll for Utah.
(feedingtimeatthezoo day 1 of his bikini diet started, Thu 9 Apr 2009, 1:13, closed)

This certainly wins..
.. This week's 'Posts that make me want to do lots of drugs again like when I was a student' competition
(fox_handybread, Sat 11 Apr 2009, 12:09, closed)

Que!
Can anyone translate this into English?
(ape_hots, Tue 14 Apr 2009, 13:29, closed)

Is it because I'm Merrican?
Which part needs translating?
(TheManWhoWas SlightlyKnackered, Tue 14 Apr 2009, 15:49, closed)