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In my local the night after our 6th year prom. The prom night had been a complete disaster, no parties, very little alcohol so we resolved to get completely shitfaced. I managed to stagger to the toilet and puke, sit down, and promptly fall asleep.

Mates thinking I was no longer in the pub left, and the upstairs bar, where I was, shut at 1am.

So I wake up, in a vodka haze, in the complete dark. After a minute or so thinking I was blind, I realised my predicament and started trying to get out. All the windows of the pub were open but it was a good 15-20 foot drop to the ground below.

Luckily for me, the pub was owned by the father of a friend of mine. After having tried her phone number (no answer, asleep) I decided to bite the bullet and phone her home number. Her dad answered, and whether it was through benevolence or tired confusion agreed to get someone to come to the pub to let me out.

I later found out that I had been very lucky. The only reason the alarms didnt go off was due to the staff having a lock in in the other half of the bar downstairs. If it had, I'd have been dealing with police, my parents, and last but not least, my friends dad, as he'd be in a bit of shit for allowing under 18s in the bar.

Ive started so I'll finish.
In the middle of a field during sunday t in the park, missing all bands that day, wearing nothing but shorts and a parade jacket.

Breakfast bar in my kitchen.

Under a pile of jackets at a houseparty, again, abandonned by my mates thinking id fucked off.

In the middle of a roundabout after working 18 hours on the bar at our student union.
(himseelf, Sun 31 Dec 2006, 1:19, Reply)