When i worked at Cash Converters in Aberdeen I went out for a nice Indian meal with my workmates. Sounds innocent enough...
Well, one of my colleagues used to be a waiter at that same restaurant. FREE whisky all evening, i was daft and drank the whisky that was flowing freely like Coca Cola. Everytime i turned to speak with someone and then turn around again, my glass was topped up by the nice waiters. Bam, that was my last memory until 4.30am the next morning.
I woke up, the world was moving, it was cold (well it was October, but silly me was only only wearing a hoodied jumper), it was dark. Where the hell was I? I got up and realised i was in some bushes. Caked in mud, i had dog shit all over my shoes (huh?), i then realised i was at a harbour. I still had my mobile, bag, and wallet. I thought "hey i'm in Dundee" so i phoned a Dundee cab:
Me - "hi, can i have a taxi please?"
Operator - "sure, where are you?"
Me - "uuuu, hmmmm, I DON'T KNOW!!"
Operator hangs up
I start to walk, i decide to follow a path. I see someone,
Me - "Where am I?"
Guy - "Aberdeen"
Me - "awesome, what way to the high street" i felt a wave of relief
Guy - "that way, it's about a 30 minutes walk"
1 hour later I arrive at the high street, i take a taxi. The driver says to me i stink of shit! Damn that doodoo on my shoe.
I arrive at my flat, jump in the shower, go to bed - it's 6am. Next morning my flatmates wake me up saying "where the hell were you last night?" Then one asks "what's that on your shoe?" I am sick all day and stay in bed still drunk.
That night i push myself out of bed, I put my clothes in the wash, as i pick up my hooded jumper, a beetle crawls across the floor!
Next day at work, i am still ill, feeling like a truck has driven over my head a couple of times. All my colleagues give me THAT look "i know what you did on the weekend". Apparently i got out of control as we walked to a pub after the meal, i was going up to everyone in the street and talking nonsense. We arrive at the pub, i fall asleep on the pavement outside, they eventually attend to me. I enter the pub and announce "hello" and all that drunken crap to everyone. The pub is near the harbour, which is near the red light district, I go out the pub and start making fun of the "pros" near the pub, my colleagues pull me back in. I go out again to be sick. That's the last time they see me.
I guess i must have walked along the harbour found a comfortable bush and slept in it. October in Aberdeen with a jumper, in a dodgy area. I'm lucky to have survived (in many ways!)?! Ha, but at work i wasn't ashamed, I was amused and more pissed off with my hangover. I quickly quit that job never to see them again. Everyone should have a shameless adventure like that. Then again, I have never touched whisky or Indian food since.