Well, I can't top that story, but one night the last thing I remembered was having to pee... next thing I know a garage door opens, and I'm laying on top of a lawn-mower in a sleeping bag.
Apparently (after I blanked out) I got hot, so decided to go sleep in the garage of my friend's house... and wound up finding a sleeping bag he had lost years ago in the waist high pile of junk in there.
Hot mess... and talk about a hangover the day after... which happened to be the day I quit my job at a retail clothing store (rudely I might add lol)...
