After months of getting drunk and waking up next to an ex boyfriend, this troper was somewhat relieved one day to wake up, and whilst not remembering the night before, at least she was waking up alone. Regrettably it was waking up alone in a hospital ward with 2 broken bones.

Anyone who's spent long enough at university will have stories like this. Although I wasn't involved in any of the incidents, the halls accumulated traffic cones, a temporary bus stop sign, a bicycle and a shopping trolley. One of my friends has similar stories involving ''sheep''. Yes, live ones.

There are other things that can induce this, though. Mostly for our own amusement, my friends and I still refuse to tell someone we know what he did while under hypnosis, aside from a few details (like that it's unfortunate that we don't have pictures.)

On our University Ski trip to Les Arcs 1800 (this becomes important), a fresher told me what had happened that morning. He woke up in bed with a French girl, wearing blue tights and a Superman t-shirt. He went back to his room, before clocking that he wasn't in his own hotel. Leaving the hotel, he discovers he's in Arc *1600*, a good mile walk away. He ended up walking the whole way back because, still being drunk, he didn't realise that the shuttle bus service is free, and he had no money. He doesn't even remember leaving his room.

I had to take some oral drugs in preparation for some dental surgery. Right before the surgery, I was knocked out. The next thing I knew, I was in my bed at home. Did I mention that I live over an hour away from the place I had surgery?

There's this friend who was depressed at a party, so she decided to drink. And drink. And drink. And then she was so drunk she could barely stand, so I had to take care of her all night. She spoke drunk speak all night. Her panties were white, her vomit was pink because of the drinks she had. Her panties ended up pink because she puked on them while she was peeing. Some friends and I decided to get her only in her panties because she had puked on everything she was wearing, but had to dress her again when her mom came to pick her up. So, you can guess what happens when she awakes and find herself with pink panties, other clothes and in her own house when she was supposed to stay for a sleep over in the place of the party...

This Troper remembers a friend of his who claims that, after a night of wild party and drinking, he would up out cold for two days, only to come to missing a shoe... and his pants... and on the Colorado State Border. We both live in California, if that helps any.

The morning after a friend's eighteenth birthday party, this troper's friend started noticing a growing pain in one shoulder. When she took the shirt off to check if something was wrong, she saw the ''massive'' hickey her boyfriend had given her the night before. He had been too drunk to realise how hard he was biting her, she to realise that she was actually in pain. Even better was the fact she had to work in a few hours, and her uniform wouldn't cover it up.

This troper's old class has a get-together after the funeral of our old homeroom teacher. We were all 16/17 at the time. My last memory was of looking at a clock before 10 PM. Next thing I know, I wake up at 4 AM, in the apartment building next to mine. I'm naked. There's a strange blanket over me. My clothes are on the floor below, mysteriously wet, as if they'd been dunked in water. My cell phone, however, is fine. No one else could tell me what happened. To this day, the events of that night remain a mystery. My best guess would be that I fell into a nearby river on the way home, staggered into the wrong building and made enough noise that one of the tenants covered me up.

This troper has had a few instances of this happen. Probably the weirdest was one morning, when I woke up to find myself passed out on the floor of my room while wearing one of my sister's dresses (Even weirder than that was that I was wearing her bra and panties underneath said dress), while my normal clothes where hung from the ceiling fan, and a Piplup plushie was lying on my back. I've yet to figure out exactly what happened that night...

This troper's brother had a going away Navy party, celebrated by her family and family friends. This troper woke up the next morning still drunk, in her bra and underwear, only one contact in, on a bed with no bottom sheets, next to a Chinese girl. This troper got up, and went to put clothes on, almost stepped on a guy passed out on her floor, and open her drawers to find shells EVERYWHERE. Her room looked like a hurricane had gone through it. It took the troper two year for FridgeLogic to kick in, "... How long had I been in my underwear before going to bed!?" She is still not entirely sure of what happened...

It once took this troper a full twenty seconds to verbally deduce where I was following a night out, with my thought processes something like this: -> Me: "Where am I? I know I'm in France, because there was that long coach journey. I think I'm skiing, because that's the only reason I'd travel to France by coach. But the main trip isn't until January, and it's October...Barnes is aslepp on the floor, so I know there are other people from Bath Uni here...I'm on Captain's Trip!"

This Troper is writing a FanFic which involves going from one universe to another, and these worlds include ones she created. One of her characters is known for throwing parties where nobody can ever quite remember what happened, and they tend to wake up the next day wondering why the hell they woke up in a big pile of corn flakes. Or why they seem to have lost/acquired clothing during the night...

Update: Troper has now changed it so that it is no longer a FanFic - all characters from various things she has not created have been replaced by original characters, and the main plot changed. For reference, the character that has those parties is Violet the Fennec Fox. Her house was accidentally cursed by her magic-using friend Cheryl the Thylacine, so that large gaps of time are forgotten by everyone present at any and all parties there. At one point someone comments that it's a very oddly specific curse, and wonders why those damn wizards thought it was a good idea to make something like that.

This Troper and his friends go to an anime convention, it becomes a case of What Did I Do Last Weekend? We've never had whole-weekend blackout, but there re always several gaps of at least a few hours where one of us can't remember what happened and the others do. Often, the gaps overlap, and we can only guess. Sometimes, when you've been told what you did, you remember it. This is not always a good thing. It's one thing not remember something ridiculous, another to be told you did but not remember, and quite another thing to remember when told about it that you did, in fact, drop 50 bucks on a year-long Costco membership, drink glasses of mixed drinks made with one part maple syrup and one part Crown Royal, and spike the (glass) coffee pot like a football (shattering it) because the goldfish crackers in it were stale.

That Costco membership is one of the best decisions you could make when drunk.

On holiday in Spain, after taking my flu-ridden girlfriend back to the hotel to put her to bed, I went back out to the bar, safe in the knowledge I could get very drunk and not be the embarrassing boyfriend. Between roughly 1030pm and 9am, I remember: a shot of Jagermeister, ordering a vodka and coke, being confused by a door, and looking for my jacket, which I'm told was around 3am. Then I woke up with my face painted like a dalmatian, wearing odd shoes (neither of which belonged to me) and with my boxers on over my jeans. No idea.

One morning, this troper woke up to the smell of burnt hair. It turned out to be her own. "Okay," she thought "So the bit with the candle was real." Then she went to the bathroom to wash the smell out of her hair and discovered a bruise on her leg. She still has no idea where it came from. A little later she got a phonecall from a guy she met that night. She does not remember giving him her number. But she's pretty sure he got it from her friend.

Another night, this troper is quite sure she must have done something interesting, but her friend who was also there refuses to tell her about it :(

I am what some would call a high-functioning alcoholic. I can do anything, absolutely plastered, and still remember. But the first time I drank, Freshman year of college, I only remember my friends and I leaning against each-other, hitting speed-dial to our other friend to pick us up. The accounts of that night are so blurry, I can't even begin to remember it.

This very first time this troper drank properly was at a party at a friends house, I remember puking then waking up the next day and remembering nothing else. It turns out I spent the majority of the night stalking some guy around the house untill he had to lock himself in a room and then I fell down a flight of stairs, scraping my back and giving myself concussion. After getting concussion my friends tried to put me into bed to go to sleep but had to change my clothes first as I had been sick on myself, I ended up giving one of her friends a bruise when I fought them off. I has never been allowed to live any of it down.

This troper's exact first words last Sunday morning, after a role-playing session (well, it was, at first). I was... surprised by what I found out.

This troper once had a spectacular incident where I woke up in my dorm room at midday, with no recollection of what happened after I left a night club at 3am. My left hand bore a small amount of someone else's blood on the knuckles, no shirt (never found), and an essay on spectral analysis using a Michelson interferometer written in detail complete with calculations I had struggled with when sober. Later investigation showed that I visited the house of a friend who was having a party and was last seen helping chuck out her drunker ex which explains the blood... probably.