One night, I had two Lokos and played some beer pong before heading downtown. All I remember from downtown is seeing some people from work. When I went to work the next day, still very much under the influence, I learned that I passed out with my head resting on the bar. This got me kicked out, at which point my work friends led me to the bus stop. I then inexplicably sprinted away from the bus stop and they did not see me again. I had no idea how I got home until months later, when another work friend said she saw me wandering around downtown by myself and got me onto the bus and home.