Tales of drunken behaviour

We've all been there, we've all had moment that we would like to forget caused by alcohol.

First night out of the new term and I hadn't drunk in about a month, nor had I eaten much that day, so it was never going to end well.

Went out with my mate, his bird, and his bird's mate to a bar in Galway. After a rather large amount of alcohol in a relatively short time, I was drunk. Looking back, my memory cut out around midnight. It was one of those odd moments where one minute I was in the bar having fun, the next I was waking up.

Except, I wasn't waking up in my bed. I was waking up on the floor of my room. I had no idea what the fuck I was doing on the floor as the bed was literally a foot away. I peeled my face from the carpet and looked round. My room was completely empty. I'm talking curtains, bed covers, sheets, absolutely everything. It was just me, in the middle of the floor of an empty room.

I thought I'd been hit by the world's most thorough burglars.

For about 10 seconds I was in blind panic and confusion, until I got up to check the kitchen and spotted the note pinned to the inside of the door. "We've left you here. We don't want to talk to you". It turns out I'd drunk myself unconscious, and had to be dragged up 4 flights of stairs, whereby I'd been simply left in a spare room on the other side of campus.

I'd also apparently been going to the bar having run out of money, ordering my drinks, then ordering the bar maid to put it on the tab. There was no tab.