I got really pak'd the night before I left for college. Last thing I remember is 15 of us in a guy's basement and his mom coming down to see how drunk we were because I was getting belligerent, some girls offering to take me home, and me vomiting in his front yard on the way to the car. Next thing I remember is waking up around dawn on the trampoline in the back yard, then waking up around 10 in the spare room in the basement (don't remember how I got there). My mom spent most of the next day putting her arm around me because she thought I was sad about moving out. Right before we left it dawned on her that I was hung over.
In college I woke up:
1. On a mattress in an alley on the other side of town
2. In a bathroom of a house I'd never been in before
3. Physics lab
4. Tree house in a nice neighborhood