Oddest place you've ever woken up

Kitchen.

Seated at the table, moments after finishing an omelette, and in the middle of a conversation with my mum (that I wasn't able to finish, given the circumstances).

A week-day and late, about 9 am, I rushed to call at work to get the day off for me and the colleague I had drinked with the night before - he had gone to sleep early and made me promise I'd excuse him from work too. They were giggling on the phone, but I thought they'd figured the drinking night and that was that.

Next I called my colleague to tell him I'd made the call to the office; he was a bit nervous, but I thought because I woke him up.

The next day I was told I had actually called twice at work (hence the giggling) and twice at my friend's (hence the will-you-let-me-sleep). A used bus ticket in my pocket suggested part of the way home was made by bus.

Seems I had come home, called the office, called my friend, had mum make me an omellete, ate that while speaking to her - than "woke" up in the kitchen, sitting in front of the empty plate, called work etc. Before that, I remember leaving a pub and heading home, broad daylight with people on the street - some 7:30 I guess.

In the next days I managed to squeeze a slight memory of letting go of a loud beer-inspired "power-chord" on some street midway home, so loud that it drew the attention of people on the opposite sidewalk - which made me laugh loudly, I only remember laughing and the reason, but not the event itself.

About an hour of my life totally erased from memory. I never slept the whole while, but I still find this story on-topic somehow :)

I am so happy I made this thread and have it to read when I am very high, such as right now.
    

Edited by Tony R - September 21 2006 at 05:39

I never woke up in an odd place after parties or trips, besides bus-stops, but when I was about 10 I went to bed and woke up in the bathroom on my knees, my hands folded and my head down like I was praying and my pillow was laying in the washing basin thingy before me.

I woke up in my own bed man, but my head managed to fall back off the end of it, so when I woke up and lifted it up, I felt like I brain was going to explode. 

That could be mildly embarrassing -

Passenger:    zzzzzzz ++start++ Where am I?

Conductor:    The Horsehead Nebula

Passenger:    I've only got a ticket to Luton!

Conductor:    You're fed

My bedroom is upstairs, and one time I woke up downstairs.

With my head in the bottom bathroom cupboard using towels for a pillow ...I wasn't even drunk or anything, I was just sick and throwing up all night.

    A bench in Cambridge. Which wouldn't be an immediate problem except that I had to catch a four hour train home from King's Cross in the early afternoon.

Another situation worse than the place. Actually, I was quite happy with the place