I've been going to them for 30 years. The usual suspects in attendance.
Knowing I was going to drink a fair amount I managed to avoid eating anything. Offered a line or two by several old chums. Declined. 'Invited' to join the group heading off to the titties bar. Declined. Sloped off to bed at 1, still capable of cogent thought.
As a relatively recent convert to this whole 'clean living' stuff, I can tell you with absolute certainty that it is shít and not to be recommended.
Absolutely not. You still have a hangover, even if it's a little milder than usual, but your soul hasn't been enriched by new experiences; no chance conversations in a toilet cubicle with an unexpectedly interesting fellow, no learning of new cultures from a Hungarian stripper called Magda, no encounters with bizarre individuals in the street whilst walking back to your hotel at 5 a.m. There's just this emptiness inside and the knowledge that you are as dull as mince and essentially dead.
We took 33g, which would be known in the trade as a "heroic" dose.
I got The Full Monty. Dissolution of the self, vivid hallucinations, a deep sense of being a part of nature, buried childhood memories, insights into relationships, and all sorts.
It was like 20 years of psychoanalysis in 8 hours. Although worryingly my grandma's inappropriate touching didn't feature once, which suggests I'm entirely comfortable and at peace with her molestation of me