Natdavis777
Well-Known Member
Where is the worst place you've woken up at?
As for mine, it was a few years ago. We went out for one of my best friend's bachelor party. We went downtown. Hit a few bars, and we were all lit. He and myself are habitual line crossers. We went to a strip club but were denied. When we asked why, the groom to be was on the security cam pissing on a Jaguar (which was the owners). When we left, he thought taking off his jacket changed his identity, so he would get in... wrong. It gets blurry from here. I remember the last bar we were in (I hate the place bc its tiny and crowded). This was before 0300, because the place was still open. When I come to, Im outside (a back alley) cleaning crews are scrubbing mats, and Im standing on the sidewalk. I light a smoke and try to figure what the hell is going on. I speak broken spanish to the workers on what time it is and where a phone is (my cell phone is MIA). Im able to determine it 0600 and I call my brother to come pick me up. Honestly, I felt like I was in a 1980s NYC. Still drunk, I wander around the corner and find my cell on the sidewalk... My brother ends up picking me up and we go back to his house and crash... Apparently I went to the head and ended up sleeping until 0600 when I wandered outside. How I wasnt arrested is still beyond me.
As for mine, it was a few years ago. We went out for one of my best friend's bachelor party. We went downtown. Hit a few bars, and we were all lit. He and myself are habitual line crossers. We went to a strip club but were denied. When we asked why, the groom to be was on the security cam pissing on a Jaguar (which was the owners). When we left, he thought taking off his jacket changed his identity, so he would get in... wrong. It gets blurry from here. I remember the last bar we were in (I hate the place bc its tiny and crowded). This was before 0300, because the place was still open. When I come to, Im outside (a back alley) cleaning crews are scrubbing mats, and Im standing on the sidewalk. I light a smoke and try to figure what the hell is going on. I speak broken spanish to the workers on what time it is and where a phone is (my cell phone is MIA). Im able to determine it 0600 and I call my brother to come pick me up. Honestly, I felt like I was in a 1980s NYC. Still drunk, I wander around the corner and find my cell on the sidewalk... My brother ends up picking me up and we go back to his house and crash... Apparently I went to the head and ended up sleeping until 0600 when I wandered outside. How I wasnt arrested is still beyond me.