I spent a NYE once at one of our semi-regular bars, with a cool little stage in a back room for bands and DJs. I was maybe 20...
Long story short, the bar was owned and operated by our Warlock friends. I'm sitting at the bar having a few warm up drinks, it only being around 9 PM on a night we knew would go until at least noon the next day (the bar got one of those "24 hour operating permits" the city gives out to many bars on NYE.)
Anyway, a Warlock (whom i didn't know) was sitting next to me at the bar and overheard me talking to one of the Warlocks i did know, talking about the blotter he had on the way to really kick things off. Anyway, the biker who overheard us turned and said to me "wanna kick it off now?" and he pulled out an eye dropper full of liquid LSD. "sure" i said, why not?" dude must have put 5 or 6 drops right on my tongue, and didn't ask for a dime (i bought him a shot and a beer of course). that sh!t was JUST starting to kick in hard when my other Warlock buddy walks up with a bag full of grass and probably 10 sheets of blotter and says "party time!" Well now. I wasn't about to disappoint a Warlock who had just come through with the LSD i had requested, so I bought a 10-strip and took a few tabs to the tongue. And then ecstasy and copious amounts cocaine entered the fray sometime soon after.
While the night actually remains fairly lucid in my memory, and i remember all kinds of strange and bizarre incidents from that 24 hour party, I will say it is one hell of a experience to be tripping balls and watch just 2 Warlocks beat the sh!t out of a group of 5 drunken obnoxious bridge and tunnelers, before physically throwing them out of the bar like an old Western.
Took DAYS to come down after that
After a few minutes of "wtf..." ..."ooooh, warlock must be a biker gang. Not the other type of warlocks. Makes sense now"