Ursa Major said:
Were you in Clown Town for the game, EG? That was the longest 203 mile drive home in my life.
This is an honest to god true story: I woke up on the floor of a house I swore I'd never been in before. There were about 15 people milling around, and while I was one hung over mofo, I was cognizant enough to know I didn't recognize a single one of them. Not like, "Shit, I drank all night with that guy, I wish I could remember his name" not recognize. I mean, like, "Holy mother of fuck where am I and who are these people" not recognize.
I'm pretty sure I slept where I fell, because there was no sleeping bag. Some kind person saw fit to toss a blanket over me.
Literally about the time that I really began to worry about how I was going to get home (or even figure out where the fuck I was to get home) and after a few hours of reeeeaallly uncomfortable small talk, my buddy who I'd traveled with came stumbling downstairs. He'd gotten a bed. And a girl.
To this day I've never been more pissed and also happier to see a person than I did in that moment.
I stopped drinking for a few weeks after that. The staff here would have been proud of me.
Postscript: I ended up with the better deal. Early spring, my friend got a call: "Hey, this is Lisa. Remember me from Bozeman? Well, we have a little problem....".
Sweet justice!!!