I woke up naked on a beach, under a canoe. Haven’t really drank much tequila since.
On a huge trampoline with 10 friends when I was like 15.
In a pile of people on a Persian carpet outside an underground nightclub.
Inside an abandoned caravan in the middle of a forest that I was lost in.
Inside a big tyre used as a cushion for boats on a dock. In Swedish the word for being passed out from being drunk is “däckad” and the word tyre is “däck” so I was “däckad i ett däck” - “tyred in a tyre”.
Woke up in a horse drawn cart headed to some kind of military cult execution. Ended up escaping due to an unscheduled train.
Dovakhiin?
Exactly what I was thinking of 😂
Dovahkiin, is that you?
In the aisle of a truck stop convenience store between magazine racks. Our tour bus had broken down again. It was in some midwestern town, can’t even remember the state, as this was in the late 80s. Was reading magazines on the floor to kill time and fell asleep. Fortunately the clerk didn’t care.
A woman picked me up at a bar and we went back to her place.
When I woke up the next morning I was surrounded by the most Elvis paraphernalia that I have ever seen in one place.
I told her I was grabbing some coffees and just never returned.
My story starts the same, except I woke on the couch, butt naked, her fully dressed and her family milling around making breakfast. They were very nice people!
Rode my motorcycle to work on a Saturday to check in on my training class who had just hit the call center floor.
“Where you been shalafi?”
“Uh, it’s a story…”
That really makes me miss Graceland Too
I woke up in a bathtub once. The specifics are missing, but I remember someone suggested playing beer pong with tequila instead.
locked in the back of a uhaul, using a loaf of bread as a pillow. when the sun rose the tiny airhole in the wall became a camera obscura and i watched the sunrise uprise down while waiting for someone to unlock the truck.
A cemetery, a dried river bed and the basement of a derelict school. All backpacking in eastern Europe.
On the floor of a closet in a cheap hotel. With the closet door closed.
Camping when a herd of very large deer passed through to wave us up after seeing bear tracks several miles back.
Also back in high school, the marching band bus on longer trips.
Back of my car in the crescent city Walmart parking lot after a Yosemite trip.
On a military style folding bed, without a blanket and a gas mask on.
(I was renovating my current apartment, it was 4 o’clock in the morning and there were too many particles in the air to breathe without a filter.)
