Ever woken up in a strange house ?

MarinoMark

Happened me a few years ago, woke up on the couch, surrounded by party debris. I assumed the hosts were asleep upstairs in bed, got my stuff together and crept out the front door. Had not a clue where I was so after lots of walking found a main road. Saw a man walking his dog so I plucked up the courage to ask him "where am I " Bray says he !! This was before the dart, a sunday morning about 7 am. I had to wait until 10.30 for the first bus outa there. I also stole a bottle of milk, yes a bottle ! off a doorstep because my mouth was as dry as an arabs sandal !:D

Steve_o

I've woken up in houses that weren't mine a few times... never in a differnet town to the one i started drinking in tho...

Bitz n Pieces

I was at a session in a place I'd never been out before. Had a row with my boyfriend, he told me to go to his sister's house and go to bed. I wandered off, lost about 6 hours of my life. Woke up in a car, that was the exact same as mine, but was not mine!!!! Turns out I walked into the wrong estate, tried to open some random person's front door, then saw a car the same as mine, that was open by the way, and I slept in it!! MORTO!!!

Beetlebum

I woke up in a strange bed with an old man standing in front of me with a bowl of breakfast cereal. He was about 70 so my first thought was...No, I couldn't have...could I?!

I had been visiting my sister in Spain and had gotten locked out of her apartment after a big session. Apparently I was asleep in the lift when the old man found me. He was the caretaker for the buliding and knew my sister well. He had seen me with her over the previous few days and assumed I'd gotten locked out so brought me up to his place to sleep.

Scary ****!! Even the lift part is ridiculous.

anti-venom

Woke up once on a couch in a house I didn't recognise and couldn't remember getting there. I had the mother of all hangovers too. I looked down and my finger and it was covered in blood. 'What the fcuk happend to me last night' I thought. So I went to the fridge to get a drink and in there was a lovely turkey smeared in blood and with chunks ripped off it. Obviously I had been helping myself during the night. I pissed of as fast as I could.......

Turns out to have been a mate's girlfriend's house; they had found me passed out on the bonnet of a car. I didn't fimd this out untill a week later. No mention of the bloodied turkey either........:)

Captain Darling

I woke up at home once and didnt know where i was................

DenMan

Plenty of times (unfortunately) Karma seems to coming back to balance it out though. Had a party when I lived in Malta and invited people back for afters. After several hours I drifted off for a bit and later noticed some guy rolling up a smoke in the kitchen. Asked my mates "who the hell is that guy", they didn't know. He had slept under the table. Some randomer who followed us back from the bar. Now I know how other people felt when I did it.

Turd Ferguson

This has happened to me many times during the old college days. The spire was a lifesaver then. Whever I ended up I generally just walked towards it the next day until I knew where I was.

Conbro

1. Side of the road
2. Various toilets of public houses
3. A skip
4. a bath
5. a hot press
6. between some ugly fat birds legs

Mick T

went over to see me mate in marbella last year , anyways went on a major session with him the first night and got ****ed drunk, that morning got woke up by my mate screaming , mick mick her boyfriends here!!! what the ****? i woke up beside some bird and her boyfriend was standin over me beside the bed with the look of kill! written on his face!! my god ran out of the place with nothin on climbin walls into gardens the lot, ****in panic city.. laughed are ****in heads off about it for days after!

Earthhorse

I wake up in a strange house every day.

Zangetsu

Used to happen every week... going back to random house partys in a state and leaving thinkin what the ****.... sure only the other week I woke up derry... remember onces leaving some house, hadnt a clue how i got there but right out the front door was the sea... i live halfway up a mountain

Anti

Went out on a night work our when i was 18. Went to some ****hole in wales called bridgend had a mad night out, loads of yokes. Passed out sometime before 11pm and woke up at 3pm the next day in someones house in tenby (2/3 hour drive away) Didnt have a clue where i was, and was surrounded by a load of english people looking at me funny. Since then ive learned to take less then excess:)

Never found out how i got there, as there are no trains there that time of night or day for that matter.

Irishcrx

Yep , was out with a few friends and went back to a party was hammered so just followed along last thing I remember was falling over a couch, got up thinking it was only a few seconds later turns out i'd been out there 4 hours and it was morning, no idea who anybody was or where I was, had a banging hangover rang work too weak to lie and said I didn't know where I was, turned out to be fucing ballyfermot!

biko

Plenty of times in my younger straight vodka shots drinking days, since then - no (not yet anyway).

bleg

nothing worse than the feeling "oh holy **** where the **** am i!!!!!?>??!?!?"

Zangetsu

@biko: famous last words, enjoy your weekend :P :pac:

Itsdacraic

Remember standing outside Whelans one night and that's it.

Next morning I woke up on the couch of a strange house. There was somebody else passed out on the floor. Decided it best to leave but couldn't find my shoes. So started looking into rooms, hoping to find somebody I knew, I didn't but I did find my shoes in one of the rooms. There was 3 or 4 people squashed into a bed in it, one of them woke up and burst his hole laughing when he saw me, I asked where am I, but your man was in convulsions of laughter so I just put my shoes on and left. I was somewhere in the southside.

Walked up to the nearest bus stop and there was the good old 19a waiting to drop me to my door. Still have no idea how I got back to that house, who those people were, or why they were laughing at me.

shenanigans1982

Never in astrange house but I remember walking back from the pub and sitting on a wall for a bit of a rest, woke up the next morning soaking wet, flat on my back and with my legs up on the wall. Worst thing was that I had actually walked past my house to get to this wall for a rest.

jayteecork

Used happen me all the time before, expecially when I was so broke I couldn't afford taxi fares.

Usually make my way home these days but 2 weeks ago I woke up in a strange house in Cork City and had to sneak out the front door.

qz

LOL

ronbyrne2005

While in America on J1 fell asleep on the floor of the first train back from Tijuana. Awoke at last stop in empty train and had to get off. Lost and broke, hailed a taxi and eventually found apartment and some cash.

Toto Wolfcastle

I haven't, but I was going to work one morning and as I got into the car I heard someone calling me. I turned around and a guy I work with was in the garden next door. He didn't have a clue where he was, because he's from a different part of Cork, although he has spent a lot of time in my town between school and work. It was pretty weird tbh. I gave him a lift to work and had to drive him right up to the door because he was still a little bit drunk I think.

Mister Fister

Awoke in a strange room one morning lying next to some skanky ass tart covered in a pool of my own stinkin piss! awh the smell of it woke me up and i fumbled outta the room but took a quick glance back to see her snoring her head off lying in said pool of piss. Cant remember who why what where but i did manage to leave a newly purchased (and pretty expensive) jacket behind in my haste to get out. It took me, and i sh1t you not, 45 minutes to find the exit of her estate, then i had to ask someone where i was. Not my proudest of moments, i can still remember the look of horror on the persons face i asked where i was, standing there in a soggy pissed up pair a jeans, mouldy shirt and a nasty pair of bloodshot eyes to boot!!! to this day i still dont remember if i penetrated said tart.

StormWarrior

When I was 16 me and my schoolfriends would go to our local heavy metal nightclub every Friday night and there was a ginger bloke there all the time by the name of Andy. He didn't seem to have any friends or know anyone, but week after week, month after month, he was always there. That summer I had a party and it was pretty much open invitation. This Andy bloke turned up and sat all night with a bunch of my friends who didn't really know who he was. He never spoke, just bummed spliffs off people all night. The next day, everyone except my 2 best friends went home. These 2 friends were going to stay for another night for a private chat. But when everyone had left, Andy was still there. He didn't speak to us but just sat there still bumming spliffs. I tried to make him get the hint to leave, by saying things like, "Well, what are you doing tonight, how are you getting home, what time do you have to be home by," etc but he just shrugged and wouldn't get the hint. Eventually I had to get my mum come in and pretend to say that everyone had to leave. I whispered to my 2 friends that they should go reound the back and let themselves in through the garage. When they stepped outside though, Andy seemed to think that he would join them wherever they were going. He really thought they would just take him home with them. Eventually we managed to get rid of him.
A few months later we made friends with a bloke who often had alot of people round at his flat. One night we went round, and andy was there asleep on the setee. Everyone else was awake and watching TV, chatting or cooking. I said to the bloke whose house it was, "I didn't know you knew Andy." And I pointed at andy. The houseowner said, "I don't know him! Is that his name? I've never seen him before. He just followed the others here from the club, walked straight in and just went to sleep on the setee!" It took them quite a while to get rid of him.

jayteecork

StormWarrior wrote: »

When I was 16 me and my schoolfriends would go to our local heavy metal nightclub every Friday night and there was a ginger bloke there all the time by the name of Andy. He didn't seem to have any friends or know anyone, but week after week, month after month, he was always there. That summer I had a party and it was pretty much open invitation. This Andy bloke turned up and sat all night with a bunch of my friends who didn't really know who he was. He never spoke, just bummed spliffs off people all night. The next day, everyone except my 2 best friends went home. These 2 friends were going to stay for another night for a private chat. But when everyone had left, Andy was still there. He didn't speak to us but just sat there still bumming spliffs. I tried to make him get the hint to leave, by saying things like, "Well, what are you doing tonight, how are you getting home, what time do you have to be home by," etc but he just shrugged and wouldn't get the hint. Eventually I had to get my mum come in and pretend to say that everyone had to leave. I whispered to my 2 friends that they should go reound the back and let themselves in through the garage. When they stepped outside though, Andy seemed to think that he would join them wherever they were going. He really thought they would just take him home with them. Eventually we managed to get rid of him.
A few months later we made friends with a bloke who often had alot of people round at his flat. One night we went round, and andy was there asleep on the setee. Everyone else was awake and watching TV, chatting or cooking. I said to the bloke whose house it was, "I didn't know you knew Andy." And I pointed at andy. The houseowner said, "I don't know him! Is that his name? I've never seen him before. He just followed the others here from the club, walked straight in and just went to sleep on the setee!" It took them quite a while to get rid of him.

Well at least Andy didn't get his mum to collect him from a nightclub.

StormWarrior

That would have been preferable. When I say it took them quite a while to get rid of him, I mean it took a couple of months. He didn't seem to have anywhere to go and although he was very annoying, just sleeping in the house constantly, talking to no-one and eating all their food without contributing, no-one had the heart to just say "Oh piss off now will you!"

The Real B-man

Moral of the Story dont Drink as much

brown*eyed*girl

Yes in my late teens/v early twenties woke up in very strange places :eek: so glad I'm all sensible now :pac:. My uncle holds the award for waking up in the strangest places i.e. on the grass in the middle of a ring road & half frozen with his head in the freezer.

MarinoMark

shenanigans1982 wrote: »

Never in astrange house but I remember walking back from the pub and sitting on a wall for a bit of a rest, woke up the next morning soaking wet, flat on my back and with my legs up on the wall. Worst thing was that I had actually walked past my house to get to this wall for a rest.

:D

Call Me Jimmy

Aw man don't even talk to me! I'm always waking up in da wrong house coz I'm mad as a hatter, loike! Oi be waking up in bins and on trawlers, in post offices, brown thomas's and once I even woke up in Holyhead after heading out in Dublin! Dublin ta Holyhead I'm so mad! Aw man...

shoelaceface

MarinoMark wrote: »

Happened me a few years ago, woke up on the couch, surrounded by party debris. I assumed the hosts were asleep upstairs in bed, got my stuff together and crept out the front door. Had not a clue where I was so after lots of walking found a main road. Saw a man walking his dog so I plucked up the courage to ask him "where am I " Bray says he !! This was before the dart, a sunday morning about 7 am. I had to wait until 10.30 for the first bus outa there. I also stole a bottle of milk, yes a bottle ! off a doorstep because my mouth was as dry as an arabs sandal !:D

where did you start out from???

no iv never done that.. always end up in houses that i know alright :rolleyes:

ewj1978

every morning... I'm such a slut

Bubs101

Woke up on the side of a ruin in Rome at 6 A.M. absolutely plastered with a vague notion of where my hostel was (I know the city extremely well though) alone, having ditched my group to go on a pub crawl with some Americans during Spring Break. Was just walking from monument to monument for 2 hours and for some reason, sang the one Beastie Boys' song continuosly for a reason that I will never understand. When I finally got there I realised I didn't have my card so I K.O'd on the door, only for the rest of the group to open it later with me smelling shockingly bad. I had only known the majority of these people for 2 days