The story's around here somewhere. But it was a girl's beach weekend and the smoking area at the place we were staying was up a flight of stairs to the covering of the patio area below, hence "roof". Someone brought Fireball and I thought it'd be a good idea to drink a lot of it. Later that night, I had gotten separated and went to look for everybody thinking they might be hanging out smoking on the roof. They were not. I sat down on one of the chairs up there. The next thing I remember is the sunrise and I'm still in the chair. It was not one of my finer moments.