More of a day out..
I went to Universal Studios (Orlando) with a couple of friends a few years ago during the height of my two years of hardcore drinking. We went on a few rides, but when they wanted to go on Dueling Dragons, I decided to sit it out. Luckily, there was a bar right across from the exit. I settled down, smoked some cigarettes and starting chatting with the guy next to me. I'm really fuzzy on the details, but somehow I got into a jager drinking contest and got blackout drunk in the time it took my friends to wait in line and ride the roller coaster.

The next thing I remember was waking up in the back of a strange car being driven by a man I didn't know. In my head I thought I'd drunkenly wandered off and gotten myself kidnapped. I started crying and begging him to let me go. I told him I wouldn't tell anyone if he just pulled over and let me out. He kept saying something to me, but he had such a thick accent and I was blubbering so loudly that I never caught what he was saying. I finally just laid down in the back seat and a short time later the car stopped. I got up and looked out the window and we were at my parent's house.

There were apparently many reports of a "drunk girl burning people with cigarettes" and I was escorted out and put in a cab. No one knew my current address, and I couldn't even form a word, so they sent me to the address on my license, which was still my parent's house. I'm sure my father was so pleased to shell out the money to pay for a 30 mile cab ride, while I tried to make it inside, failed miserably and ended up just laying in the garage for a few hours.
(Ingrid Leinhard is not a real thing, Thu 24 Mar 2011, 23:16, 2 replies)

Haha I live in Orlando too
Never heard about the drunk girl burning cigarettes, might ask a few of the people I know who work there :P

Theme parks are great places to go when you're fucked up!
(Mr_Lew, Fri 25 Mar 2011, 3:23, closed)

I've done stupid stuff all over Orlando. My friends don't let me get drunk in public very often anymore, especially since I pissed off a tourist enough that he slammed me into a wall, then I almost killed myself trying to steal the phone booth outside Cricketers Arms.
(Ingrid Leinhard is not a real thing, Fri 25 Mar 2011, 22:28, closed)