Just American Things.
I walked home 25km back in the day. Lord of the rings shit. I’m telling you!
This is the opposite of hangouts with my friends. Why would you come by car, you cannot drink then. All my friends come by bike. Cycling while drunk is no issue, as long as there’s proper cycling infrastructure like in The Netherlands where I live. Sometimes there’s someone stupid enough to come by car, they have to pay 7 euros per hour parking fees and have to stay sober all night. But most of my friends don’t even have a car and live within 2km cycling distance. Others who live further away take the train.
I think I have fallen into some bushes once when driving home drunk on my bike. I must have judging by all the scratches I woke up with. Does it really count if you can’t remember it though? Far as I concerned I never had an accident.
I feel seen in this. Sure I’ve walked 4 miles at 1am a few times but who hasn’t?
This is just practically the classic uni experience here.
No bicycles?
Sometimes! Was always a gamble that people on campus wouldn’t try to fuck with them though
Took the train to get there, then decided drunkenly decided not to take the last one home. 15km was quite a bit too far when fucked up, did it again the week after.
Me leaving my wagon at their place because I had too many elixirs
Clearly the potions you bought were too strong. Your potion-seller should have sold you weaker potions.
Back in college I used to walk 2 miles to my buddy’s place to party, and then walk 2 miles back to campus hammered if I wanted to sleep in my own bed.
Good times.
Traipsing home just in time to start rustling up breakfast for the menfolk.
Living in the countryside be like. You have to chose between walking or alternatively driving home with your also intoxicated friend. I devinetively did both, but usually the second because my ass was lazy.
In my defence: It was always in the middle of the night only through back roads and only like 6km or something like that. Hes also a professional stoner, and hes used to driving while being somewhat high. I would not recommend doing it, but it is the downside of living in the countryside.
this was me about 30 years ago on a larp where at midnight we came across a mage in a circle… along with a scarecrow… I smacked the scarecrow with my sword and it screamed and lunged at me… I ran away bravely and as fast as possible straight into a tree, dropped my lantern and carried on screaming into the night. the most scared I’ve been in larp, proper suspension of disbelief. thanks for the memory 😆
That, but in Dragon’s Dogma.
