Was down at the local pub.
"Let's go into Harringtons" was the call.
I was, typically, with all blokes.
Harringtons was an out of the way pub in town that brewed their own beers etc, one being Ngahere Gold, which has since been forbidden to be sold in kegs because a young guy died after drinking too much of it at once.
After a jug of Ngahere the memory of the night was gone.
Didn't remember leaving Harringtons with all me bloke buddies, didn't remember going to Fat Ladies which was on the other side of town.
Didn't remember getting hooked into a certain someone in the carpark outside Fat Ladies, who had a girlfriend and who always beelined for me when I was horrendously pissed.
First memory after arriving at Harrington's was me trying to kick the window of a car in the Fat Ladies carpark that closely resembled my own car. A couple of minutes until I realised it wasn't. Thank fuck I hadn't actually managed to break it.
Another couple of minutes of disorientation until I realised that I was in fact standing there in my bra with my trousers on.
Another 15 minutes of searching the carpark for my top, with no joy.
Oh shit, where is my wallet??
So, here I am standing in the middle of town at 2am in the morning, drunk, no top, no wallet and apparently - no car either!!!!
What can I do??
A passing couple decided to call me a cab.
Cab driver refused to take me anywhere as I had no wallet.
Can you call a friend??
Only person I knew that could help me out without killing me (eg no parents to be involved)was Linda.
"If I bring this young lady to your house will you pay for her taxi upon arrival? She has no top on and no wallet"
When I arrived at Linda's she wasn't too happy with me.
She was getting married in the morning.