possibly a pea (although I can't remember if I've ever told this one to b3ta!)
so,

years ago, I was out for a friend's birthday (think it was a 21st) in a social club that is on a par with that of the Phoenix Club. As with all 21st parties with your friends, I ended up shitfaced and dancing on the dance floor with my mates in front of the birthday girl's family to the standard party choons like Wig Wam Bam and Saturday Night! Here's me, a 21yr old fella at a mate's birthday bash doing the "hands crossing the knees" dance to Wig Wam Bam in the middle of a bunch of my mates from college - I was shitfaced but I didn't care, I was the man!!!

11pm rolls around, and time is called at the bar! My father arrives in the car, and I've suggested to a couple of friends why end the night now, we can get a lift off my dad into town (cheers Dad!) and carry on partying.... sounds like a cracking idea!

So off we go, and Dad kindly drops me in town (borrow a quick 20 for some more beers, food and taxi home!) and we hit a bar, I'm out with my mates Dave, Paul and Yvonne (don't talk to them now, so can't be bothered hiding identities to protect the guilty etc)

So there's me, drunk and having a chat to Yvonne when I notice that she's got a nice arse, and start holding my hand on it whilst chatting to her - the next thing I know, I'm kissing her and feeling her arse quite a lot! I know at this point that I'm not sure where I want this to go, but in my drunken haze I was pretty certain I was happy for this to go all the way back to hers! Or the alleyway if needs must, I was horny and was just up for anything!

However, come 2am, after plenty of kissing and a fair bit of drunken hands wandering, I know that we need to leave and head home! So we're waiting for a taxi, and in Yvonne climbs - I then promptly kiss the lady on the cheek, close the door and say "Night!" I think I was trying to be gentlemanly.... can't remember, I was hammered!

The next thing I know, it's 5:40am and I'm sat on a park bench, holding a cold kebab and think I need to head home. So there I am, stumbling into a car park where the taxi office is, 3 drivers standing round chatting and smoking, one turns and offers me a lift home - I have no idea what happened between 2am and 5:30am, but I know I found a bench and fell asleep! I have no recollection at all of anything other than waving goodbye to a pretty certain shag before queuing for a kebab!

Now... I'm gutted, because I REALLY was up for it that night, if only to see whether or not Yvonne would have been the dirty sod she was making out to be all night, and now I'll never know :(

**apologies for length, although she wouldn't have complained**
(Anne Frank started to build a loft conversion on, Fri 25 Mar 2011, 12:46, 8 replies)

I'm not entirely convinced you're really Anne Frank.

( gone, Fri 25 Mar 2011, 13:17, closed)

Same thought occurs
Maybe the missing hours can be attributed to a Gestapo interrogation
( rofl harris, Fri 25 Mar 2011, 13:25, closed)

hahaha

(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Fri 25 Mar 2011, 14:42, closed)

!

( janet aylia y'all motherfuckers need jesus, Fri 25 Mar 2011, 13:25, closed)

My thoughts exactly.

( Wet-chinned bag shanker Cannot parse Wogan, Fri 25 Mar 2011, 13:50, closed)

^this^

(ConanTroutman thought we would free the vulture, Fri 25 Mar 2011, 19:22, closed)

Story of my life.
I have experienced at least 5 such nights that I can recall, and I don't recall much of the last 20 years. Nothing particularly notable or interesting here.
(Me, I'm not... in any way intoxicated, Fri 25 Mar 2011, 19:49, closed)

I'm not sure "getting drunk and not remembering a couple of hours the next day"
is quite a "night out gone wrong"
( The Coast Of Yemen, Fri 25 Mar 2011, 20:16, closed)