Okay here's a drunk story.
I have a friend who loves throwing themed parties. A couple of years ago we had a toga-party, really nice with lots of wine and cheese and crackers and all that stuff.
Everything's going well, we start to get drunk, but then we suddenly get the urge to go bar-hopping, and no-one bothers to change out of their togas(bedsheets, a part from the guy who showed up without a toga, he was such a good sport that he wore a shower-curtain he found in the apartment). It was cold but fun, at one of the bars we all got a round of free schnapps in a sheep's horn because the owner liked the togas.
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I would have considered this a perfect night out, good fun all round, nothing bad... BUT!
When it was getting close to chucking-out time we started walking back to the car which our clothes were in. It was parked outside another bar, and we went in there for a last drink and I decided to use their bathroom to change in to my regular clothes. But I was so drunk, that I couldn't figure out how to get dressed, so I walked out into the bar, IN MY BOXERS, to find my friends, but couldn't find them and walked around the bar getting really close to each crowded table to see if I recognized the faces, IN MY BOXERS! Eventually two of my friends found me and decided to walk/carry me home. And I don't know why, but they didn't get me dressed, but followed me through the town and home, couldn't find a key and had to knock and shout until my parents woke up and opened the door. What they saw at 5 a.m. was their son with only boxers and one sandal on, too drunk to speak.
The following day I found out I had just left my wallet, phone and keys in the corner of the bathroom. So I had to go back to the bar the next morning to ask for my stuff, but luckily it had been just before closing time so no one had used the toilet.
Funnily enough I've walked around that bar in the same manner looking for my friends, dressed in a poncho and sombrerro and a hideously shaved mustache.
