Spent a day tubing down river with friends. I didn't drive so I got fucked up. Last thing I remembered was seeing the bridge that marked the end of the trip. I distinctly remember seeing the bridge while we're on the river, turning to let my friends know we're almost done, and that's it. I woke up the next day alone and naked in my own bed, which set me off on my own mini version of The Hangover.
Apparently, when we got off the river I was still drinking, and a cop stopped me and told me I couldn't. I started arguing with him for a bit until he told me I could drink in the river and so back into the river I went. After I finished my beer and got back to my friends, I started grab assin like crazy on a few of their gfs (I was single). Fortunately my friends gave me a pass for that since it's not like me at all to do that shit. Anyway, on the way home they stopped at a Walgreens or something and left me in the car. I got out and got into the back seat of some other guy's car and refused to get out. I guess the dude was pretty pissed, but I told him it was cool and just chill out, I was supposed to be there. Friends finally got me back into their car and got me home where I had dropped my swim trunks in the middle of the living room floor and went straight for my bed.
I've had several nights where it's difficult to remember bits and pieces, but that was the only time I've been blacked out like that. This was probably 4 or 5 years ago now and still makes me shake my head to think I actually did that shit.