What was the strangest night out you ever had?

Was in foreign parts for a festival thing that was on a Friday. The next day I was pretty hanging but wasn't heading back to Ireland until the Sunday. Went out for dinner with the mates that I was over with. I was keen just to chill but they insisted on going for some drinks. It's about midnight at this stage. Due to get a bus to the airport about 6am the next morning and it's a 2 hour journey to the airport. We went to a sort of Irish pub (mates and a couple of people that we know who live there). One of the lads starts chatting to some young French chick (about 21). He brings her over to the group. She's nice enough. Then he proceeds to get too pissed (falls off a stool etc) and the young one loses interest. So I start chatting to her and get on well. Bit of dancing and snogging ensues. About 3.30am at this point. Anyways I say to myself sure I might as well see if she's on for taking this a bit further so yeah she says let's head back to my place. So we head out and then she says I live a bit outside town and says that her car is up the road. She's fairly sober so I say grand. Turns out it's about 15k outside town in another town. Get back to her place and all goes well. When we've finished up I look at my watch and it's about 5am at this stage.

Eh, we sort of have to go now I say. She's not too impressed but throws on some pj type pants and a t-shirt and we go to the car. About 5k later in the middle on a road in the middle of nowhere the car sputters and stops. Out of petrol. WTF I think. The way it turned out with the weekend I had to get back to Dublin, go home and go back the airport to get another flight for work to somewhere else in Europe. Fook I think. 520am in the middle of nowhere. Bus at 6 back in the city. I see a car going the other way on the road (wrong way). I flag it down and beg to the driver to give me a lift to the town, offer to pay loads etc. No deal. A second car, again in wrong direction goes by. It's a couple. Explain the situation etc. Hesitant looks between the couple. More hesitation. Then they say ok we'll give you a lift. Yer one is still there with the car, in her pj's, and no fuel. Not the most chivalrous thing to do but I have to go. No money for petrol she says. I throw her 20 euro and I'm off. No chance of getting back to the hotel in time so ring a mate and tell him to throw my stuff in my bag. The couple, life-saving legends that they are, drop me to the bus station with a minute to spare. They won't even take any money. Was completely shattered. Slept all the way to the airport and was trying to sleep in the airport before the flight but security kept moving me on. Made it back to Ireland and just about had enough time to get home and repack for work week and back to airport. My mate had of course forgotten half my stuff in the hotel as there was another guy in the room - the guy who had gotten too pissed. He left it behind him in spite 'cos I pulled the bird! But I got it eventually. He had yer one's number. Texted her during the following week to see if she got sorted ok but maybe not surprisingly didn't hear back!