to think my friend is lying about being drugged?

[LondonButterfly]

So last Saturday night we had a girls night out (group of 7).

Walking to a different bar, some walking further ahead etc. I was at the back (damn ridiculous high heels!) when we reached one of my friends(A) in floods of tears. Apparently one of our friends (B) had told A that friend (C) was dead.

(Friend C was out with us at the time but was much further ahead of us). Friend A thought she'd been in some sort of accident and was inconsolable - I think obviously this was heightened with how much she had to drink.

After an argument between A and B when the truth was friend C was fine. Que friend B storming off. I called her and she said she was in a taxi on the way home.

All is forgiven now. But friend B keeps saying that she only said what she did because someone drugged her in the bar we had just left.

aibu to think she is just lying about being drugged because she's quite embarrassed about what she said?

I think you probably have it right there baby jesus. (really want to type ferrets)

G'wan then - let's play. Whoever it was that drugged whichever one of you halfheads - well - ummm - what did they hope to gain from that? The quiet hope that maybe she'd say something batshit crazy on the way to the next pub and one of you would blub because you're all too stupid to wonder why you didn't hear the ambulances? Where's the 'POLICE - DO NOT CROSS' tape? Where's the flashing blue lights?
Bunch of eejits. This is the kind of thing I'd keep real quiet about instead of opening it up to public ridicule.

I was just discussing this with DH, and was wondering when Sharon would arrive.

He wanted to know who Sharon was. Tried to explain, but ended up re-reading about the fridge that found religion.

I've ruined my makeup for my Girls' Night Out now.

I told my mum my drink was spiked with acid whistles nonchalantly

I've just made myself laugh out loud thinking about seven pissed-out-their-heads women t-rexing in high heels down a street and one falling down a manhole and two of them crying that she's dead.

Sounds like a cracking night out.

How did you establish that C wasn't dead?

What did you all do next?

Fuck, my eyes are streaming

This thread is so funny. I've just had to reassure ds that I'm snorting with laughter and not crying.
AmazingBouncingBabyJesus, I loved the script. I read it as part of the Pulp Fiction soundtrack for some reason (Zed's dead, baby. He's dead)

What does C say about it?

I'm alone in the house and embarrassing myself with how much I'm laughing at this.

BouncyBabyJesus, you are the culprit, along with usualsuspect with the outline in chalk.

Had ambulances raced past, OP?

Mind you, if friend B was with friend A, how the hell would she know she was dead even if she was dead?

And does anyone know of a drug that makes people tell really funny lies? I want to buy a shitload of it for next week at work.

She's dead, sittinginthesun

Actually, maybe it was more:

Friend B: "where's C gone?"

Friend D: "she's in that doorway snogging that bloke you fancy from Bar X"

Friend B: "she'd better not be. She is! Right, C's fucking DEAD!!!"

Friend A: (groggily catching up with conversation) "Dead? C's dead? No!!!!!"

stop it !!!!!!!!!!

< wrings knickers out >

"I'm sorry, A, but C is dead, despite this, we shall be continuing on the pub crawl, it's what C would have wanted"

Funniest thread ever! Or for a good while anyway.

usual and baby - you're both up for Comic of the Year awards

Please tell us how she died??? how the hell on earth did she believe that??? By the way, she might have been on drugs, or batshit crazy, i've been more drunk than should be humanly possible, I still would never have believed that :)

I don't know about A, B or C but I definitely feel under the influence after trying to make sense of this thread.

It was all clearly a misunderstanding due to slurry speech.

Friend A asked where C was.
Friend B said "she's up ahead"
Friend A though she said "she's up in heaven"

Sorted.

Ah fuck this is good!

Op yanbu she's been pissed and stupid and tryin to cover up for herself.

I've sampled read about a range of drugs, none with these effects brought on from walking between pubs. There was a funny night we watched two of dh's friends try to get out his flat via the broom cupboard.

Is the OP 'A' or 'B'? And where's she gone?

There was a funny night we watched two of dh's friends try to get out his flat via the broom cupboard

You can't tease us like that MrsKR - that sounds like a tale that needs telling!

What did Friend B say Friend C had died from? Jaegermeister poisoning? Strangled by her hair extensions? Pneumonia from lack of jacket? WE MUST BE TOLD.

How twatted was Friend A to believe that Friend C had met a dismal end further up the road?

Maybe she wasnt really dead, but abducted by aliens?

tess maybe

Friend A asked where friend C is
Friend B "she's ahead"
friend A pissed and miss hears she's dead