Once when backpacking and sleeping in a share room with 4 other people, all 5 of us went out and got really hammered. We all staggered back, and myself, discovering I was too drunk to climb into the top bunk, decided to sleep on the floor.
In the morning I woke up in a top bunk. Not mine either, but one belonging to one of the female backpackers. She herself was in the bottom bunk, which subsequently belonged to someone else, and that someone else was sleeping on the floor where I used to be.
To this day, none of us have any idea or recollection of how we came to switch places, or what happened in general. Did I climb the bunk in my sleep? Or did the backpacker owner happen to go past, see me on the floor, pick me up and put me in the top bunk (the door WAS open, but I can't remmeber if we ever closed it). It's not really embarressing, but it's the only time in my life where I honestly can't remember anything, and it scares me a bit lol. Still a great memory.... or lack thereof I should say.
phylline said:
OH. Phoning up my boyfriend at the time, informing him he was a horrible boyfriend, proceeding to cheat on him with a female friend, telling him then wondering why we broke up the next day!
In the words of Chris Griffin:
".....Go on...."
I tried the same thing and also lost weight, I still have no idea how that worked 
