The night began with me bar hopping with some friends but later
I crashed a party and all I remember of that party was a duckling that was drinking beer out of anyone's cup on the counter

Yes I know that was odd and that's why I remember that part of the party...they say you never forget the first time you see a duck drink beer and I guess they're right

That was my last coherent memory...the next thing I knew I was being shaken awake the next morning after having slept the night wedged behind a sofa in a house over 60 miles out of town in another state by a lake

Somehow I had hooked up with five other guys...none of whom I had ever met before and we(all drunker than the next) had driven in one of their cars to this house...seemed like a good idea at the time

Anyway I had been woken up by the guy's girlfriend who owned the lakeside house...she was beyond pissed off we were there and was whacking people with a broom trying to get us all up and out of her home

The ride back to the city was a miserable one...none of us had been allowed to clean up so the inside of the car was very stinky...at least the trip was quiet since none of knew who any of the others were and all we really wanted was to get back to our own beds to sleep our hangovers off

That was not the first time I ever drank so much I couldn't remember what I did the next day and woke up in a strange location but it was the last time(the thought of waking up dead from the long drunken drive to the house really spooked me)
(Inventor of the slipless banana peel, Fri 14 Apr 2006, 4:13, Reply)