A couple of weeks ago, a few friends from college came to visit me to go skiing. They were staying at one of their grandparents' empty bungalow, which is a good 2.5 miles from my house. We pick up a few handles and some 24 racks and head over to their place around 7:00. I black out around 10:45. Wake up in my bed, with my sheets and pillows stained with blood. Stagger over to the mirror to find a gash on my forehead, cut up hands, random scrapes on my arms, and missing one shoe. I had somehow escaped the DD when we went on a late night McD's run and walked home around 1:00. I'm totally a drunk homing pigeon.