What's the strangest place you ever woke up after a night of boozing? (1 Viewer)

[Saint Anthony]

I woke up in my truck. It was stopped in the middle of Broadway in front of Tulane and still running. Two tires were flat and the windsheild was broken. When the cop knocked on the window, he pointed out the traffic was backed up to St. Charles. He asked me to move the truck to the side of the road, I said no because I didn't want a dwi. So he moved it for me. They took to the police station and called my mom and dad. Note to self: Tequilla is bad!

 

[DadsDream]

He asked me to move the truck to the side of the road, I said no because I didn't want a dwi. So he moved it for me.

Brilliant!

 

[efil4stnias]

At 17, me ans two others in a courtyard on the main street in Parc Fontaine (algiers) . We never made it to his mom's apt. My buddies uncle found us the next morning about 8 am when he was going to get coffee. We were about 10 ft apart from each other.

Once in the stairwell of Parc Fontaine. ( Never made it home )
Once in rest stop in Mississippi returning from casino...


and i am still alive....go firgure.

 

[spider13]

a garden

 

[BigRonJon]

I high school my dad would come wake me up and tell me to move my truck. Once it was parked in the middle of the street, once in the middle of the front yard touching a tree.

Many times in college waking up in some random apt in Baton Rouge, next to some stranger. Scary now that I look back. I also use to drink alot of GHB and always get myself in bad situations.

For some dumb reason I ate about 10 xanbars and a lot of whiskey and this is what happened:
A friend that lived in Harahan and a bunch of us all went out in the quarter, we were in 2 or 3 cars and the car I was riding in had a driver that was too loaded so we just went back to the Harahan house, but the guy who lived there went to another bar so we couldnt get in. I went to sleep in the back of his truck in the driveway just before daylight. When I woke up it was light outside and I think I thought they came home and left me out there so I was instantly furious. I must have stumbled 3 houses down and was banging on the front door yelling loud as I could "Open the ******* door!" I heard someone behind me and it was a cop. I walked towards him and another cop kicked me from the side in my knee. I had surgery on that knee couple years prior so that just made me even madder. There was a brief brawl between me and about 8 cops, probably very brief. Once in back of the cop car, he asked me what I was doing? I couldnt point out which house was my friend's so he called the guy who was driving me earlier, who was still sleeping in his car in the driveway. The rest of the crew got back around the same time. The cops actually let me go with no charges. I was all beat up with boot prints on me so I went inside smoked a blunt and went to sleep.

I later found out at the club earlier that night, I was dancing behind some girl and I was sweating like a hog. A drop of sweat dripped on her shoulder and she freaked out saying "Gross this guy just drooled on me!"

I have more.

 

[TulsaSaint]

I just don't get you folks who manage to pass out in the most bizarre places and not remember what happened. I've gotten pretty smashed, and I have never forgotten anything that happened to me (that I know of). Unfortunately, I remember all the grisly, embarrassing, and slutty details of my drunken escapades, much as I would like to forget some of them. So my waking up in a strange place (or a stranger's place) has never really been a surprise - I always remember going there of my own free will.

 

[antipop]

I just don't get you folks who manage to pass out in the most bizarre places and not remember what happened. .

 

[BigRonJon]

One of the worst days ever:

Went to a little Slidell parade one night a few years ago. I drank to much liquor, GHB, and pills. I dont remember anything. I stumbled into a nasty ditch in front of Southside Cafe. A friend had to pull me out because I couldnt get out on my own. They hid me in a car because an ambulance was called and was looking for me. I woke up in the car, outside a bar in Old Town, smelling terrible coved in mud up to my chest. They told me what happened, then I went home took a shower and came back out to the bar. By this time the G wore off and I was completely sober again, sort of. I hadnt been at the bar for 30 minutes when a huge fight breaks out and the crowd is too thick to get anywhere. Next thing I know I am instantly furious and a female friend is pulling on my arm. I look at her and she is like "A bottle just hit you in the face!" I was like What?! Then she said "Oh my God, your teeth!" I felt with my tounge what used to be my teeth. I went in the bathroom washed out my mouth took off shirt and went outside and called out the entire crowd, which had now dissapated after the fights, to find out who threw the bottle. Of course no one knew anything, some idiot threw it into the croud and I was the lucky recipient. I lost 4 teeth, and one of my 90$ Ralph Lauren sandles in the ditch earlier that night. Should have stayed home.

 

[Mr. Blue Sky]

A boat in the middle of the harbor in Marina Del Rey, CA. That part wasn't so strange, since I was living on the boat at the time. My cousin and I woke up there after a long night/early morning that started off with watching an LSU game at a bar and ending at some karoake place, with lots of bars in between. I had left my truck at his house (20 miles away) at the beginning of the night, and we had caught cabs and rides to all of our stops. So we were figuring out how to get from the boat back to his house to drop him off and get my truck. We tried to formulate different plans; neither one of us had enough money to call a cab. We thought about walking down to the beach and renting bicycles, then pedaling the 20 miles home- but neither of us was in the condition to do that, plus we didn't even have the $5 each to rent bikes. Finally, we did the only thing we knew to do-- we called his Mom. So there we were, a couple of 30 year-old guys waiting for his Mom to pick us up. ... It worked though, and we accomplished our mission.

 

[spider13]

+10

I used to take those alot. I quit when my band had a show and I couldnt figure out how to plug in my mic (there's only one way, male end female end) I didnt remember any of that of coarse but they had the show on video. Amazingly I remembered all the words to our songs and didnt slur when singing them. I'm glad those days are over.

 

[hammernnails]

A bunch of alcoholics on this thread....

 

[shaqtaw]

i have a few
1. woke in the back of my truck in a suit after a wedding in an apartment complex a couple of miles from my house. the funny thing was i had a stop sign next to me and the front of my truck messed up. the worst part was when i woke up it was around 11 am and the month was august, i think it was around 90 degrees by that time.

2. in lafayette they have a bar on the strip called the keg. i remember one night someone woke me up in the corner of the bar and i had taken off my pants and shoes.

i think i had a drinking problem when i was younger.

 

[llama]

On the top bunk of a bar in Angeles City, Philippines. I was surrounded by at least eight scantily clad 'employees' of the club. Drinking warm gin and beer mixed (ginebra) will do that to ya.

Since it was after curfew I had to stay and party the night away.

 

[bop]

One of the worst days ever:

Went to a little Slidell parade one night a few years ago. I drank to much liquor, GHB, and pills. I dont remember anything. I stumbled into a nasty ditch in front of Southside Cafe. A friend had to pull me out because I couldnt get out on my own. They hid me in a car because an ambulance was called and was looking for me. I woke up in the car, outside a bar in Old Town, smelling terrible coved in mud up to my chest. They told me what happened, then I went home took a shower and came back out to the bar. By this time the G wore off and I was completely sober again, sort of. I hadnt been at the bar for 30 minutes when a huge fight breaks out and the crowd is too thick to get anywhere. Next thing I know I am instantly furious and a female friend is pulling on my arm. I look at her and she is like "A bottle just hit you in the face!" I was like What?! Then she said "Oh my God, your teeth!" I felt with my tounge what used to be my teeth. I went in the bathroom washed out my mouth took off shirt and went outside and called out the entire crowd, which had now dissapated after the fights, to find out who threw the bottle. Of course no one knew anything, some idiot threw it into the croud and I was the lucky recipient. I lost 4 teeth, and one of my 90$ Ralph Lauren sandles in the ditch earlier that night. Should have stayed home.

It wasnt an accident. They were aiming at you for wearing sandles.

 

[SWJJ]

I went on a tear when I was 23ish where I drank myself chitcan drunk for 360 of 365 days of the year, I would leave work at 5 hit happy hour somewhere and stay out until the bars closed everynight and one the weekend I would usually start drinking about the time of the first kickofff during football season and about 2 or 3 the rest of the year.

I gained 40 pounds that year, ruined some friendships, and probably took 20 years off of my life.

I also woke up a few times next to a women I had no idea who she was (usually I did not want to know) One some dude's couch I have never seen before, In my car in front of a bar and once at my buddy's house in bed with him, his sister, his girlfriend and his roommate.


and tooo often I would wake up on the couch at a friends house and not remember how I got there (usually cuz I called them at 3 am to come pick me up because I was too drunk to drive)