what are some f the strangest places you have ever woken up at?

this is mostly for the drinkers:cheers2:

ill go first...

engine room of a tug boat...

 

Yesterday.

 

in my basement, on a blue couch that was previously not in my basement. (it was one of those old gross unfinished basements too... I passed out playing cards, and my guy friends drunkenly brought me a couch to sleep on. )

this kid joe's car... he was sitting there and I had puked all over the place then passed out for hours.

this kid Pete's bed.. (with him on the floor, hahaha)

 

under a coffee table...

 

I'd say on my own, on a bench at the top of a mountain in the himalayas, with an old lady next to me.
EDIT: Considering I've never been drunk I'd say that's quite good.

 

I've woken up wearing white thermals at the end of the subway platform (on top of the tool cabinet) full of dust stains on 168th St. on the 1 train (not my train).

In a separate incident, I've woken up on the N train (not my train) in Brooklyn (after riding the train passed out between The Bronx and Coney Island and back repeated times) without my wallet, with a bloody hand from a bar brawl I barely remember, and throwing up at 10am among the morning commuters.

Finally, I've woken up somewhere in the Upper East Side in a bunk bed with a pair of the hugest tits (FFs) I had ever seen in my face and a couple below us, with condom wraps littering the floor. I didn't remember her name, how I got there, or what I did. All I know is I slunk away and forgot my favorite Calvin Klein shirt at her house never to be recovered.

Fun times.

 

on a stairway leading to a friend of mines appartment:cheers2:

 

i'm gonna have to say waking up nearly nude, alone in an unfurnished room of my last apartment. afaik the first and only time i've blacked out from beer, two forties of malt liquor deep (not that much, but it caught up with me quick)

i woke up disrobed on the floor of an empty room (i had just moved in)

i was cold. i soon moved to some blankets.

 

That's not even a place.

 

The strangest place I have ever woken up was in my own house.

The first time I woke up in my bed fully clothed. I had fallen asleep in my towel...

The second time I woke up on my couch. The problem was that I passed out on a strangers couch and had no recollection of going home.....

 

Time and space are of one entity, and all that jazz......

 

In a car with a dead battery during freezing temperatures on Mount St Helens. Under a hanging rock in the deserts of Utah with no blanket or water, in a park outside of Pittsburgh with a soaking wet comforter and a swarm of Mosquitos, on floors in various houses during out of town band shows surrounded by 15 other people

 

I want your life. But just for a week or two.

 

thats stupid.

time and space are related in terms of identifying a place and time, but the time-space continuum is four dimensional. giving the time alone is akin to saying "three" to identify a point on a cartesian coordinate plane at (3,7)

 

also, i've changed homes a lot in the past few years. but always i've stayed in the same town or a nearby area ( less than a 20 minute drive away )

i'm in a different state now, at school, and i often wake up here, thinking i'm at any of my previous homes. it's wierd, so i'd say it's a strange place to wake up.

 

it's a ball of.. timey-wimey stuff.

 

wibbly-wobbly

 

In a random frat house with my shirt off and my carry bag wrapped around my shoulder.

 

what is a carry bag? is it like a messenger bag/murse?

 

Quick! Reverse the polarity!!