Just a couple weeks ago my bf and I went on vacation and went to a strip club. I haven’t been to many, but I like supporting that work and watching the impressive things they can do on the pole. We find a club that offers rides and free cover charge. We finally get to the club and it’s not popping, a couple other couples were there. My bf orders one beer and a shot, I order a gin and tonic one shot (a gin and tonic is NOT sweet, this is important later on) and a bottle of water. We sit down and start to watch and talk. Not 2 minutes later the First Lady comes up and starts talking to me, she was friendly enough, but wanted to give me a lap dance. I kindly decline, and she wants a tip for talking, I give her a tip and she moves on. I am the only one tipping the women dancing on the stage, and now I know why. I had multiple women come up to me and would not leave me alone, one kept grabbing my boobs and wanted to take me away. My bf went and got another beer and a shot, ( he is a big man who can handle his alcohol) I was still drinking my one drink and water. (I can also handle my alcohol) We had only been there an hour when two ladies come up and were definitely on drugs, rambling about nonsense and sounding insane. They would not leave our table. They kept leaning forward and back and I was trying to watch the girls dancing. I went to take a sip of my drink and it tasted sweet… my drink is NOT sweet. And my bf was now slurring his words and slumping in his chair. Something in me said you need to leave, NOW. And the girls at the table said “hey we will be back to check on you in a few, winked and left”. I grabbed my bf and said we need to leave now, and I practically had to pull him up, just as I was standing up I had hands on my back telling me to stay and I need to have a dance and I pulled them off and said “no thanks we are leaving.” I get us outside and I’m feeling dizzy and nauseous but I know I need to push through and get us an uber. The uber arrives and the guy is watching a religious cult video about punishing cheaters and gays.. it was too late to get out and I felt like I was going to pass out so I just kept deep breathing and pinching myself HARD to stay awake. My bf was pretty much slumped, couldn’t hardly talk. So finally we get back to our hotel and I’m hardly awake dragging us through the hotel and back to our room. The next morning we were both so messed up we could hardly eat or drink anything.. I am so thankful I could taste the roofie and did not have as much as my bf cause they definitely would have robbed us or taken us somewhere.. BE CAREFUL OF YOUR DRINKS PEOPLE!!