Craziest Place You've Woken Up After a Night of Drinking *DELETED*

[Wetdog]

30 years ago. My batchelor party. After downing a trillion tequilla sunrises across the street from Doc's apartment we decide to go to some strip joint, doing a couple of doobs on the way. We order a couple of pitchers and, while the waitress went to the bar, I put my forehead down on the table and procede to spew the most painless technicolor yawn I had ever experienced. My buds suddenly start sniffing the air and said, "Dog, did you puke?" "Yup'" I said.

We got the hell out of there and went to another strip joint. I told them to go ahead, I was going to sleep it off in the car. Moe said to me, "Don't puke in my car." I said I won't because I felt a lot better, having decorated the floor of the last place we were at. After an hour, Moe came out to see if I had puked in his car. I was gone.

Meanwhile, a haze lifts as I suddenly find myself walking down a residential street. I didn't know where the hell it was. The fog surrounds my memory again.

My next recollection was of a cop kicking my foot telling me to wake up. There was a croud of people staring at me. It is Sunday morning, early Sunday morning. I ask him where the [censored] I am. He tells me the name of a town 10 miles from Doc's apartment. Then he tells me to get the hell out of his town. I ask if he could take me to the town limit on the main road between the two towns. He said no. I ask if he wanted a drunk wandering around his town. He said to just walk up this street 3 blocks to the main road. I get there and put my thumb out to hitch a ride back to Doc's.

I get a ride from the first car that came by. Suddenly, after about 5 minutes, I realize that the sun was to our back. I needed to go east. Crap! I had just gone 3 miles the wrong way. I get out and head back east. It must have been National Don't Give Drunk Hitchhikers Rides Heading East Only West Day. After walking the entire 13 miles to Doc's, I get to his place and knock on the door. My car is parked in the parking lot, but I was too drunk and exhausted to drive home. Hutch stayed at Doc's and let me in. He asked a bunch of questions about where I was and all that but I just wanted to sleep, so I laid down on Doc's couch and fell unconcious again.

An hour later Doc starts screaming for all of us to get the hell out, he had a golf date and we all had to leave. I went out to my car and slept for 3 more hours before dragging my sorry ass back home.