Where is the strangest place you have slept?
'lardaholics anonymous' was bored and started a new question over in the old question, so the least we can do is make it official. What with New Year's celebrations coming up, asking for the strangest place you have slept is nicely appropriate too.
In case you are wondering, Portsmouth beach in the fog. Very strange waking up to that.
( , Fri 29 Dec 2006, 8:57)
'lardaholics anonymous' was bored and started a new question over in the old question, so the least we can do is make it official. What with New Year's celebrations coming up, asking for the strangest place you have slept is nicely appropriate too.
In case you are wondering, Portsmouth beach in the fog. Very strange waking up to that.
( , Fri 29 Dec 2006, 8:57)
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The curb at an unknown intersection
So I starts the night in pretty good spirits. It's just a small bbq with some friends and a couple of friends of friends, I began drinking at a steady not too dangerous pace which got me into one of the most pleasant states of drunkenness I've experienced. Not a hint of nausea and I'd yet to say anything stupid, matter of fact I'd go so far as to say it made me a little wittier. Anyway roundabouts midnight people begin to leave so I follow suit, I say goodbye and close the front door to my friends house.
Then I woke up in a ditch near the curb of an intersection somewhere at around about 3-4 am, in the suburb I was in, everything looks exactly the same including intersections. So I mistakenly believed myself to be outside my friends house. Realising that it was VERY cold and that something in the grass I was lying in had seen fit to bite me 4-5 times on the same arm, I threw up and decided to spend the night in my car. Only, where was my car? After about 15 minutes of searching I began yelling at the top of my lungs "WHO WOULD STEAL THIS SHITTY CAR?" then I called the parents for a ride, as it was in fact my mother's car it was an awkward phone call. "I'm on an intersection somewhere, I think I'm outside my friend's house...Your car's been stolen, can you give me a ride home?" It wasn't until my mum tried to find me at my friends house that I realised that the reason I couldn't find the car was because I was SEVERAL kilometres from where I thought I was and had to explain to my mum on the phone that I didn't know how, but somehow I was a long way from where she was. Then I got home and puked for a good hour. Apparantly my friends were with me for part of the walk home and I assured them with quite a jolly tone that I could find my way and not to worry although I certainly don't recall this, it would seem I was wrong in any case. I've since heard as well that sitting in the vehicle while drunk, can as long as I have the keys cause me to be arrested for drink driving even if I wasn't even driving nor planning to any time soon, so maybe its all for the best.
( , Sat 30 Dec 2006, 2:10, Reply)
So I starts the night in pretty good spirits. It's just a small bbq with some friends and a couple of friends of friends, I began drinking at a steady not too dangerous pace which got me into one of the most pleasant states of drunkenness I've experienced. Not a hint of nausea and I'd yet to say anything stupid, matter of fact I'd go so far as to say it made me a little wittier. Anyway roundabouts midnight people begin to leave so I follow suit, I say goodbye and close the front door to my friends house.
Then I woke up in a ditch near the curb of an intersection somewhere at around about 3-4 am, in the suburb I was in, everything looks exactly the same including intersections. So I mistakenly believed myself to be outside my friends house. Realising that it was VERY cold and that something in the grass I was lying in had seen fit to bite me 4-5 times on the same arm, I threw up and decided to spend the night in my car. Only, where was my car? After about 15 minutes of searching I began yelling at the top of my lungs "WHO WOULD STEAL THIS SHITTY CAR?" then I called the parents for a ride, as it was in fact my mother's car it was an awkward phone call. "I'm on an intersection somewhere, I think I'm outside my friend's house...Your car's been stolen, can you give me a ride home?" It wasn't until my mum tried to find me at my friends house that I realised that the reason I couldn't find the car was because I was SEVERAL kilometres from where I thought I was and had to explain to my mum on the phone that I didn't know how, but somehow I was a long way from where she was. Then I got home and puked for a good hour. Apparantly my friends were with me for part of the walk home and I assured them with quite a jolly tone that I could find my way and not to worry although I certainly don't recall this, it would seem I was wrong in any case. I've since heard as well that sitting in the vehicle while drunk, can as long as I have the keys cause me to be arrested for drink driving even if I wasn't even driving nor planning to any time soon, so maybe its all for the best.
( , Sat 30 Dec 2006, 2:10, Reply)
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