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Where's the strangest place you've woke up after partying? (1 Viewer)

out drinking with a group of 9-10 friends. I remember closing the place down, but nothing after that. woke up the next morning in my buddy's girlfriend's bed. she was next to me, and we were both only in underwear. I grabbed my #### and got out of there ASAP before she woke up. neither of us ever mentioned it, and nobody else did either.

I'm still not sure what actually happened, if anything, but they split shortly after, so I'm not too broken up about it. I hope it was fun.

 
In the bottom bed of a bunk bed with the entire frame, mattress, etc. of the top bunk on top of me - my head was also stuck in between the wooden slats of the head board of that top bunk bed.

 
Freshman dorm, I was drunk went to the bathroom and went back to the wrong room and crashed in the bed. The guy who lived there came back drunk and was to wasted to wake me up, so he cuddled up to me. Luckily I knew the guy.

 
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Buddy of mine came home late one night only to find he couldn't get his key to open his front door.....so of course he broke the door in, and passed on on the couch.

One problem, it wasn't his house(only missed it by 3 homes).

Girls that lived there were nice enough not to call the cops, as long as he promised to have the door fixed

 
The best part was when I woke up in the morning I asked him WTF he was doing in my bed. Then I realized it was not my room. 3 guys in a dorm room with two cuddling in a twin bed is not a pretty picture.

 
All the gun toters that fantasize about shooting an intruder should read this thread.
Wasn't there a story about some random dude walking into a house stoned around Christmas?
Right now in the area there's a pretty big case. A lady was drunk and crashed her car, head smashed into the windshield. She started pounding on a the door of a nearby house (in need of help, drunk, maybe dazed and confused from the accident) and the guy that lives there opened the door and shot her in the face with a shotgun from point blank range killing a an unarmed 19 year old female.
 
Freshman dorm, I was drunk went to the bathroom and went back to the wrong room and crashed in the bed. The guy who lived there came back drunk and was to wasted to wake me up, so he cuddled up to me. Luckily I knew the guy.
Had a similar story happen to me once. Was partying at a buddy's house. Pretty common hangout since it was right out of high school and he was one of the only few with his own place. Usually 4-5 would drink and pass out wherever. We're all drinking and playing cards one night well past midnight. 2 other buddies there are already passed out on the two couches. I'm helping the homeowner/buddy play online poker as we continue drinking. I finally am about to crash and he tells me I can sleep in his bed. He had a king size so totally not gay to share. I wake up in morning and start looking around, trying to remember where I was at. I see him a safe distance away, but do a double-take and notice he had no clothes on. I jump out of bed and nearly trip. I created enough noise that it woke one of my other buddies in the other room. I walk into the room and he asks why I had a weird look. I tell him my other buddy was naked. He doesn't believe it and goes in. Starts laughing hysterically. My buddy in the bed wakes up, groggy, and asks what is wrong.

They have this exchange:

laughing buddy: "You slept next to Woz last night."

naked buddy: "Yeah? So?"

laughing buddy: "You're naked."

naked buddy (looks down): :shock:

 
glock said:
huskers15 said:
Buckfast 1 said:
On a trip to visit some buddies in Boston, I once woke up on a couch in a finely decorated posh mansion covered in blood and mud with no recollection of the prior night's events. I was so thirsty when I woke up, so I managed to find the kitchen and pour myself a glass of orange juice. As I was putting the OJ back in the fridge, a 7-year old girl walked into the kitchen and said, "Who are you?" I've never been more unsure of how to answer that question.
And then?
:popcorn:
My college friends had apparently ran into a random old friend of theirs from middle school, who invited us all back to her parents' place after the bar because her parents were out of town (and had apparently left their youngest daughter behind with a babysitter). At the time, I was convinced that I must have drunkenly broken into a random house and was considering bolting out the door when facing interrogation by a 7-year old girl, but it turned out to be not quite as weird as I initially thought. I'm still not sure how I got covered in blood and mud.

 
All the gun toters that fantasize about shooting an intruder should read this thread.
Wasn't there a story about some random dude walking into a house stoned around Christmas?
Right now in the area there's a pretty big case. A lady was drunk and crashed her car, head smashed into the windshield. She started pounding on a the door of a nearby house (in need of help, drunk, maybe dazed and confused from the accident) and the guy that lives there opened the door and shot her in the face with a shotgun from point blank range killing a an unarmed 19 year old female.
Jesus. How much of a coward do you have to be to shoot an unarmed 19 year old girl in the face?

 
Couch in entry waiting area of a nursing home.

Not sure how I got in, because they had security doors that are locked at night, but someone was nice enough to give me a blanket as well.

 
glock said:
huskers15 said:
Buckfast 1 said:
On a trip to visit some buddies in Boston, I once woke up on a couch in a finely decorated posh mansion covered in blood and mud with no recollection of the prior night's events. I was so thirsty when I woke up, so I managed to find the kitchen and pour myself a glass of orange juice. As I was putting the OJ back in the fridge, a 7-year old girl walked into the kitchen and said, "Who are you?" I've never been more unsure of how to answer that question.
And then?
:popcorn:
My college friends had apparently ran into a random old friend of theirs from middle school, who invited us all back to her parents' place after the bar because her parents were out of town (and had apparently left their youngest daughter behind with a babysitter). At the time, I was convinced that I must have drunkenly broken into a random house and was considering bolting out the door when facing interrogation by a 7-year old girl, but it turned out to be not quite as weird as I initially thought. I'm still not sure how I got covered in blood and mud.
Realizing your banging a girl on the rag then putting it in the 5 hole down?

 
On the beach in San Diego (Ocean Beach IIRC), circa 1985. No dooshy friends with sharpies back then. It was a glorious time.

 
Friends from college:

- Woke up on a third floor balcony, vaguely remembered losing keys and climbing on the roof to get to his third floor apartment

- Same guy, passed out on the third floor stairs, arm outreached, key in hand, just a foot from his door.

- Passed out on the living room couch, buck naked, with the phone on their crotch and the handset against their ear.

- Head of the young republicans regained awareness from a booze and Robotussin trip in Washington DC at a pro choice rally with lipstick smeared all over his face and a bus load of girls laughing at him

 
First week of college, freshman year, I jump in a cab with a bunch of people I barely knew to go to a houseparty. I get extremely drunk and decide it's time to walk home before I make an ### out of myself by passing out somewhere stupid (no really, this was my thought process).

Problem is the campus was like 10 miles away with a river between us and the closest bridge was lord knows where. I stumbled through a bunch of backyards along the riverbanks until I gave up and decided to go back to the party. Only I couldn't find it. Ended up face down on some random front porch. Fortunately I woke up at 6am before anyone in the house realized I'd been there all night.

 
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1. In the backseat of my neighbor's car when I lived in an apartment complex in college. I did not know this neighbor.

2. In the shower of an empty apartment, naked, with the water running.

3. In a cave at one of the miniature golf courses at the Jersey shore.

 
1. In the backseat of my neighbor's car when I lived in an apartment complex in college. I did not know this neighbor.

2. In the shower of an empty apartment, naked, with the water running.

3. In a cave at one of the miniature golf courses at the Jersey shore.
4. Naked, laying on the living room floor of the parents of a girl I was dating in college. She brought me home to meet them, and after a nice evening together, her and I went out with her friends. Her mom found me the next morning in the compromised position.
 
On the roof of Caesars Palace in Vegas. Went there for my bachelor party with three buddies. I guess they were looking for me all night and had quite a few stories to tell about all the characters they meet while searching for me. I made it back home just in time for wedding - they could make a movie about that night as it was one for the ages.

 
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Laying on 3 chairs pushed together in the engineering college computer lab. It was halfway home from the bars and apparently I felt I needed to stop and rest.

 
Hood of a random car that must have looked comfortable on the walk back to our hotel in Myrtle Beach after a concert at HOB, couldn't even remember which hotel we were staying in.

Bushes in front of Time Out Chicken and Biscuits on Franklin St after a hard night of Long Islands and G back in my college days.

"Regained awareness" stumbling around Old Town Scottsdale one Monday morning at dawn missing a shoe, missing a cell phone, and ripped/stained clothes. Not sure if I ever passed out or just stumbled around for 5 hours in a zombie like state.

 
On the roof of Caesars Palace in Vegas. Went there for my bachelor party with three buddies. I guess they were looking for me all night and had quite a few stories to tell about all the characters they meet while searching for me. I made it back home just in time for wedding - they could make a movie about that night as it was one for the ages.
Terrible shtick

 
Back seat of a friends car.. Woke up pissed that they just left me there.. Turns out they tried to wake me up 3 times.. Once at the party, where they gave up and someone else threw me over his shoulders and carried me to the car.. Next at my house.. Yelling and hitting me and yet nothing.. Finally they got to his house.. More pushing, hitting, yelling and nothing so they said F. it and left me there.. Worst part is when I woke up they were just coming out of the house as we had to head out to work.. Standing outside selling programs at a race track is not something anyone should have to do in that condition.. :X

The other one that was memorable...

Basement, on a couch, Garbage pail next to me.. No idea who's house I was in.. slightly freaked out..

Girl comes down and say's "Well hello there sleepy head how you feeling honey" and gives me a kiss.. Still no idea where I am or who the heck just kissed me :eek:

As I sat there in shock I remember back to starting to party with my friends at my apartment, venturing to another party at a friends house and then nothing until the kiss. Dated her for another month, but it was always strange since I could not remember meeting her at all before the kiss.

 
Picnic table in middle of public park.

Police officer woke me up and drove me back to my dorm room.

 
There's a local band in my area that recorded a song titled: "Some of the Best Times of My Life I Can't Remember".

That was the first thing I could think of when I read the post title.

 
On the roof of Caesars Palace in Vegas. Went there for my bachelor party with three buddies. I guess they were looking for me all night and had quite a few stories to tell about all the characters they meet while searching for me. I made it back home just in time for wedding - they could make a movie about that night as it was one for the ages.
####### it. Was gonna say the same thing. Surprised it took 2 pages
 
I woke up in Galveston, TX after Mardi Gras in a locked warehouse in a semi cab by myself. Everything was locked up and I had to break a window to get out. Not sure I was still in Galveston at first I started walking, no idea how I got there, didn't know the place we were staying, it was pre-cell phone. I just started heading towards the beach. About an hour later my friends were driving around looking for me and found me. I was a happy reunion, they had no explanation either, they said I just disappeared.

 
  1. On a hardwood floor in a strange house in Ironton, Ohio. I had no idea there was an Ironton, Ohio - the party started in Huntington, West Virginia.
  2. On the carpeted floor of a large walk-in closet of a condo I had just rented in Dallas. Butt naked, pitch dark, had no idea where I was. Thought I had died and my family had buried me. Rental margarita machine at fault.
  3. Sitting across from a total stranger, female, in a late-night restaurant surrounded by other diners. Never actually passed out, just went to Pluto for a few hours and hooked up somehow. 1st (and last) time experience with Long Island Ice Teas.
  4. Fell down in the foyer of a neighbor's house after drinking all day at another party. Different neighbor carried me home, asked my wife where she wanted me. "At your house" was the reply.
  5. In bed with a good-looking young girl in an otherwise-empty house in the woods outside Knoxville. Wouldn't have been that bad except there were two other strange guys passed out on the floor next to the bed. No idea who any of them were, and expected to get sacrified in some kind of cult ritual at any moment.
  6. In bed with a beautiful girlfriend who had just moved into her first apartment. 3am there's a large Boom!. I sit up just in time for another loud Boom! as her father, who looked like Sgt. Carter from Gomer Pyle, kicked the bedroom door off its hinges and started threatening me with a baseball bat. Hilarity did not ensue.
There's some kind of pattern here, but I can't put my finger on it.

 

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