parkour_nico wrote:(Context) About 7 years ago I was working as a greenkeeper for a local golf club, which was around a six mile cycle from my house. Every other weekend we had to go in stupidly early to prep the course for the morning play (had to get there for 6am!)
Anyhow my girlfriend, my best bud and I had acquired a large bag of loose bloo's which we were steadily consuming over the course of the Friday night, along with several biffs and beers; I remember at about 1am that I'm meant to be in work in 5 hours, so after much addled deliberation, we decided the best option would be for us not to go to sleep, at the time seeming the most logical conclusion.
I remember getting to the course and attempting to start up one of the machines and drive/wobble it into the nearest bunker, at which point the head greenkeeper must have seen something was amiss, as he helped me off the machine and thrust a rake into my hand, so I waltzed off smiling, a source of great amusement for my co-workers/members.
The next thing I remember was waking up at home sprawled out fully clothed at the bottom of the bed, gradually come to and my lady realises my bike hadn't made it home with me

After about an hour of summing up the courage to ring my parents to let them know I'd lost another bike, I ring my mum only for her to tell me the bike was at their house, which was on the way home from the golf course to mine.
Apparently I had called in to theirs at 8am for no reason, and start spouting incoherent ramblings about losing my lady at some rave (fictional) down our local park/dene, so start hammering their housephone trying to reach her, while drifting in and out of sleep at the foot of their stairs. My brother surfaces and is obviously concerned about my 'missing' girlfriend, offering to go down the park with me to try and find her, which just added to my already ridiculous confusion.
Inevitably my parents wouldn't let me cycle back home, despite somehow making it 6 miles and back in more or less one piece, so drove me home, where I passed out, with absolutely NO memory of the morning's antics, all of this was explained to me the following day by my family. Having to try and offer an explanation for these events to my family and co-workers is definitely the most embarrassing thing I've ever experienced!