A flight to New York
I was told this story (in probably a much funnier and interesting way) at a friend's barbeque one summer.

Two or three friends had been having a little bit of an all day drinking session and had chosen at some point to start drinking the mighty Absinthe. Absinthe is one of those drinks that is probably best consumed in small proportions, but that didn't bother these guys as they had the whole bottle on top of their other usual booze.

Now from personal experience (different story, another time), being drunk on Absinthe is not the same as being drunk on vodka or beer, it really warps your senses as it did to one of the chaps who drank hefty amounts of it.

So after lots of drinking and eventually falling asleep/passing out he wakes up and comes to, with a bit more sense about him. There's a constant noise coming from all around him. There are people in chairs all around him. A few people in front are being served some drinks by a woman in a familiar uniform. Hmmm. With a quick glance around it becomes quickly evident that he is on a plane.

A plane to New York.

He lives in south England.

He doesn't know anyone in New York city.

So once he's touched down, with a slight bit of confusion as to how he got there, as he had no memory of it, he calls his friends to tell them where he is. Much more confusion and hilarity from his friends follows and he is left with no alternative but to buy a ticket straight back home.

Several hundred pounds lighter and probably with a sense never to drink Absinthe again, that's one drunken buy that he won't forget!

Whether it is true or not, I don't know. They told it as if it was and it certainly made me laugh at the time, so I don't care!

If only I was able to re-tell it in a slightly funny way... :-(

*pop* There goes my b3ta cherry. Length and duration will improve with time.
(degeneration, Fri 10 Jun 2005, 9:36, Reply)