One from a few years back.
I'd forgotten about this last night when I was writing up my rather more boring response, but here it is. Probably the second or third time I really drank, my friend and I decided we wanted to watch the Indiana Jones boxset from start to finish. Even better, we were going to drink lots of beer and get as stoned as we could.

We decided to get as much beer as we could, so my friend Ryan and I decided that around 30 beers each sounded good. Beers acquired, we went back to his house and started smoking. By the time we remembered to put the DVD in, we were so drunk/baked that although we had it loud enough to hear the sounds from the other side of his house, we couldn't understand what any of the characters were saying. Still, we stuck with it, and watched the first film.

Around 2AM, I recalled that I had to be at work in 6 hours, and being 16 or 17 at the time, I'd catch hell if I missed work because I'd been out drinking and smoking the night before. With that in mind, I told Ryan goodnight, and set off to walk home, drinking my last bottle of beer as I went. Unfortunately, in my drunken state it didn't really register that I lived a good 15 miles from his house. I got to the highway at the end of his road, and based on where I woke up, it seems I crawled about 100 yards up some person's lawn, and passed out beneath the bushes in their garden. I woke up the next day an hour late for work, missing my glasses, with no idea how I'd gotten there, or where there was. Eventually I called up my mother for a ride, and got dropped of to work a good 90 minutes late.

It wasn't until I'd been working for a good hour that I went to the bathroom and realised the entire right side of my face was covered in crushed berries I'd apparently slept on. It was a long, hot, horrible day at work that wound up seeing me cleaning up my own vomit a couple times to make sure nobody knew how out of it I was.
( Ithyphallophobia, Sat 26 Mar 2011, 4:39, Reply)