One of our neighbor’s fraternity brothers pulled a big one one night. He woke up naked in a strange bed and didn’t have a clue where he was. He donned a big flowered bathrobe he found on the back of the bedroom door and walked out of the room. There was a black family sitting around their dining room table, eating breakfast. The father said, “We were wondering when you would wake up.” Apparently, the frat brother was found in the back seat of their car and they took him home to look after him and make sure he was safe.
That is one of the best stories (and posts!) I have ever come across.
What a great kind family, no? And the guy’s complete (flowered) humiliation...ha!
Great story.
Got blotto one night in New Orleans with my boss in the French Quarter while attending a convention. Hurricane dacquiris!
Extremely vague memories of wandering the streets and having extended and probably incoherent discussions on serious topics with strangers. Gradually woke up as daylight came in, still walking around in my suit.
Given the proximity of the French Quarter to the projects, I was extremely lucky nothing bad happened to me. Aside from tearing my suit in a couple of places.