Over the weekend I was at a BBQ at a friends house and as usual for a BBQ there was a bouncy castle for us all.
Bouncy Castles are the best thing you can have available to you when you and you’re friends a drunk - you invent new games called ‘launching’ and what-not.
In our drunken haze at about 3.30am we decided that, obviously, the best place for us to sleep would be on the Bouncy Castle…this was a bad idea.
Result - an hour of sleep over a 3 hour period due to bouncy motion whenever someone moved and uncomfortable laying positions.
What I want to know is where anyone else choose to sleep as a result drunkeness or if anyone ever woke up hungover somewhere they did not recognise.
had a rash of odd places he’d drop off. Pick youre personal favorite:
He fell asleep at a restaurant waiting to get served (Steak & Shake, world’s WORST service)
He fell asleep at the grocery store as he sat in a “dining area”
(this is my personal one) On his way back from Christmas with the relatives, his original flight was delayed due to weather, and he had to get up early (like 9 am) for the next one out. He got on the plane, fell asleep and slept through the entire flight, the deboarding AND the clean up of the plane, only woke when the new passengers were on their way in. We don’t know WHERE he’d have ended up.
And, for those of you who (Like me) said “but that isn’t NORMAL to be drop off that soundly”, yea I convinced him to get checked by the dr. and his blood pressure is under control now, thank you.
I was at Woodstock '94 and I went to sleep in a (clean!)portapotty. It was 4am, I was lost and hadn’t slept in 3 days. It seemed like a good idea at the time.
I was on a small greek island once during the high season. Could not, for the life of me, find a reasonably priced hotel to stay the night. Finally, I must have looked pitiful enough to one particular innkeeper, since she offered to rent out her kitchen to me. That’s right, the kitchen. She set up a cot, and I slept among the onions and barrels of feta.
I once slept in the middle of the desert in the back of my car. I’m 6’2" and my car is an '84 two seater Honda hatchback. The desert was so overrun with insects that I had to keep the windows closed; it was August.
I once was walking home drunk through a park. I woke up the next morning rather high up in a tree. And it actually felt almost comfortable where I slept. Glad I didn’t roll over.
When I was traveling through Europe, I caught the late train to Aarhus in the north of Denmark but missed the 2:00 a.m. ferry. I spent the night beside a low sea wall, a few feet from the sea.
My favorite place I spent the night was in an elevator, this was something my friend and I did in imitation of someone else who’d done the same thing drunk (we were not). I believe some people even rode the elevator while we were in it, but most took one look and used the stairs. In the morning, the cleaning lady arrived. The door opened, I was half-awake when I saw her, and fully awake by the time I snapped up and hit the third floor button. We cleared out of there, cleaned up the blankets and showered and dressed before she could go around looking for us.
Last winter, during the meteor shower, a friend and I climbed about ten fences to the university football field. There were no lights, no noise, it was incredible. We slept in the freezing cold and woke up with icicles in our hair.
I’ve also slept in a canoe - a friend and I got lost, could not find our channel, and spent the night on the boat. It was horribly cramped, but the sunrise was beautiful.
France, 1995. Middle of June. We cannot find a hotel with a vacancy to save our asses. We want to go to see the grave of our great-grandfather (my father’s grandfather) and the cemetary is closed. We went like an hour out of the way and were way psyched to go see it. So we slept in the parking lot inside our car. With our suitcases. I have never slept with my knees above my head since. There were six people in the minivan.
My brother threw up the next day from eating dough that we thought was bread. We got to change him (as in, clothes and such, not diaper) in a public circle thingy. Fortunately, nobody seemed to mind much and he was too tired to do anything about it. He was also 6 at the time.
FTR, I currently sleep on a lawnchair. Most comfortable thing I’ve ever had.
I slept on a slab of concrete in the middle of a grove of oak trees on campus back in my college days. I wasn’t even drunk–I was just too damn tired to walk several miles to my truck and drive back to my apartment. It was a really beautiful place to wake up, with broken beams of dawn sunlight shining through the trees…ever since, I’ve thought of it as waking up in a green cathedral.
I was in NYC this past May. I had waited in line on the sidewalk all night for tickets for Phish at the Roseland Ballroom. I had tried to get some sleep, but just couldn’t. Upon acquiring my tickets, I realized that the show was two nights away, so I would need some sleep. I hiked over to the Barnes and Noble and fell asleep in the rows of chairs where people sit to watch special guests give presentations. When I woke up, the author was setting up for his presentation, and I wondered if I should stick around for it as a courtesy. I didn’t.
I had to sleep in my car on the Welsh side of the Dublin Ferry crossing, because the boat was delayed and nothing was open and the roads were compleletly fogged in. We were actually about 100 yards from an inn, but couldn’t see it in the gloom. Thought I would freeze with the dank air.
I’m one of those geeks who waits in line for movies. (But only in front of the Chinese Theatre or the Egyptian Theatre on Hollywood Blvd. There is something special about those theatres!) Well, I’m not going to wait for days, but I will wait. It’s an event, all your friends are there, it can be a blast!
We were waiting in line for the opening of “Batman” (w/ Micheal Keaton.) It wasn’t even like I was that much of a Batman fan, but what the hell, it was like a small party. We waited all night in front of the Chinese Theatre. Brought blankets, pillows and such. I didn’t get much sleep…apparently the street cleaners like to hose down the sidewalk in front of the Chinese at about 2 am. I got my shoes all wet, had to rush to get out of the path of the water.
On a pool table at a bar. I’ve also slept on the floor of a bathroom at a bar in Iowa City, but I didn’t sleep through the night (someone woke me up and walked me home), so I don’t know if that counts.
I also woke up once (after a night of very heavy drinking) in the bathtub, fully clothed and dry. I have no idea how that happened, but I did sleep through the whole night.
I’ve slept in my truck a few times - a very small Chevy S-10. Sleeping in the cab was horrible, but sleeping in the bed of it really wasn’t bad (that one was on a camping trip, though).
I also went through a few months when I was 19 or 20, when I didn’t have my own apartment, so I crashed at friends’ houses and lived out of my car until I finally gave up and moved in with my father. I slept on so many floors I couldn’t even count them if I wanted to.
Spent part of the night passed out drunk on a park bench in Tokyo, once. A policeman woke me up and told me to go somewhere else, so I found an all-night movie theater and slept there, along with the 30 other people who missed the last train home.
Another time, I ended up stranded at a little rural train station in Nagano (I have trouble with train timetables, don’t I?) in the middle of January. Technically, this doesn’t count, since it was too cold to sleep.
Back in the early 60’s, my father was hitchhiking around Sweden, and ended up in a little town with no vacant rooms. He went over to the police station and asked if he could spend the night in a cell. He claimed it was quite comfortable.
When I was 16 years old, I spent a night in the Pine Street Inn in Boston. I thought it sounded like a nice B&B right off the Common…when I got there I discovered it was the city homeless shelter/flop house, and no where near the Common.
Long story, obviously involving way too much to drink. [Mister Rogers vgoice] Can you say “signpost”? Sure…Sure you can.[/Mister Rogers voice]
