At my best friends grandmothers house, laying in her shower butt naked with the shower running. Dont know how I got there, dont know how I got naked, dont know how the shower got turned on, and lucky I didnt drown in it cuz evidently I had been in there passed out for a while. I woke up with her looking down at my drunk, wet, naked body asking me what was going on.
I was out drinking last night in Midtown; I don't remember leaving the bar, the next thing I remember was being under an elevated train. I was like where the **** am I? When I see elevated train platforms I think Queens. Sure enough I was in Astoria. I flag down a cab and tell him to bring my a** to Brooklyn. He was giving me hard time, didn't' want to bring me, but I was like "It says' NYC Taxi on your cab, bring me to Brooklyn" after enough sarcasm and wit on my part he took me.
I have no idea how I ended up in Astoria, my guess is that I caught the N or R train going the wrong direction, but I don't remember catching the subway; I have no idea. I do remember I was talking up a girl at the bar and that she was all over me and we made out and stuff, but I didn't get her number! Damn, too bad too, cause she was cute. Oh well, next time, live and learn!
My friends found me in the gutter along a street in Okinawa. My GF at the time who is now my wife was in the bar next to were I was. My friends asked her why she didn't get me inside and it was b/c she couldn't lift me or get me to move. I'm 220 now, but back then I was about 200 and she was 98lbs.
I used to drink a lot of Soju in Korea or whenever I could get it brought to me in Okinawa. The worst thing about Soju is that it creeps up on you and you black out, but still function for a few hours. There is a lot of formaldahide* in Soju so the memory loss is really bad. I have entire TDYs to Korea that I don't remember b/c I drank Soju every night.
In response to the OP, many places. Too many to list and if it was a night of drinking Soju I usually woke up naked.
Asleep under my car outside our seasonal rental after a huge night out in Ocean City, Md in Summer, 1980. Given that my car was a '71 Camaro, getting underneath must have been no mean feat. I wonder if it rained?