A few years back a girl at a bar gave me some Valium and I took two (they were, apparently, a very high dosage)... Funny how two little pills can look/seem so benign. Obviously I had been drinking too - which is a big no-no - not terribly heavily, but a good amount. But hey, everyone was doing it (excuses, excuses). Later that night we played a show at this club and it was a total trainwreck. I fell on a table at one point and knocked this girls drink all over her. Leaning on people in the audience. Babbling, doped up eyes. Pretty pathetic. After the show I remember our drummer telling me that was the worst performance he'd ever seen out of me. I was completely not together and all I wanted to do was lie down.
I shuffled off straight to the van. This became one of my scariest drug experiences of all time. I became intensely tired. But not like, "I'm ready to crash out..", more like, "I'm ready to die." It's one of the only times in my life that I lucidly did feel like "this is it... I made a mistake.. I'm going to die." I remember people were trying really hard to get me up and I just kept falling deeper under. I very clearly recall thinking that I was slowly shuffling off the mortal coil. I have never experienced that combination of being terrified and relaxed (or was it a giving up sensation?).
Well, I guess el moral would be, don't EVER mix them with alcohol. Yes, that should be obvious.. but the main reason I mention this is that I had taken Vicodin and alcohol (even horse tranquilizers and alcohol, once) before and it was nothing like this experience.. not neary as sketchy. I have heard from people that even without alchohol that valium really incapacitates you. I would start with the minimum dosage and respect the warnings on the bottle. And, make sure you put something good on TV, because you might not be able to change the channel.