What's the strangest place you ever woke up after a night of boozing?

Friends were buying me shots for my birthday at some bar in Hammond. For some strange reason they continued to order me Everclear shots and for some stranger reason I continued to down them. I went from sober to passed out in the back of pick up truck in about an hour. I didn't even feel the first half dozen shots (other than melting the back of my throat) so I kept on hitting them. I stood up to go to the bathroom and felt sick, managed to go to the bathroom and order a crown and coke. By the time I finished the crown and coke I needed some "fresh air" and went to the back of a friends truck to sit down for a minute. I woke up the next morning at a friends house.. Apparently I wasn't too happy about them trying to wake me up when they were ready to leave and took a swing at one of the guys. They tell me I didn't get within three feet of him but managed to fall out the back of the truck, puke all over before crawling back in the bed of the truck and repassing out. They decided that the combination of violence and vomit it would be best to drive home with me passed out in the bed of the truck.


The scariest was one night we were partying hard. The last thing I remember was having a drinking contest at my apartment. I don't recall being that drunk but the combination of alcohol, xanax and weed can make you feel much better off than you actually are. I woke up at some girl's apartment with what looked like my girlfriend next to me. I was trying to figure out what the hell happened when my girlfriend walked into the room and started kicking the crap out of her best friend laying next to me while cursing me out. After this I decided to walk outside and had to step over several passed out bodies along the way. I walked outside and was in an apartment complex I didn't recognize with my car right in front of me. I don't remember anything but apparently I drove there the night before. :covri: On one hand I was scared that I actually drove in the condition I was in. On the other hand I was relieved to see my car so I could get the hell out of there.

That night changed the way I partied.