A buddy and me were hanging around stoning in his basement on a Friday afternoon in the summer. We are both good looking dudes with money in our wallets and he has a car and we basically just randomly had the idea to say fuck it, jump in his car, buy a massive bottle of peach flavored vodka, and drive 4 hours to a university town we've never been to, party our asses off, and see where the night takes us/whether we get lucky. This is where things get retarded, and this is one of the dumbest things either of us has ever done. We crack the bottle ON THE HIGHWAY WHILE DRIVING to the town and guzzle it blasting music and stoning some more, both of us, literally him while he's driving. I know we're a couple of fucks. Anyway, we get there and it's literally just hot chicks EVERYWHERE and dudes NOWHERE. It was crazy. We hit up this one strip that had like 5 bars full of partying people. First bar we get in he's literally like locked in with this one chick and I'm about to leave with these 2 other chicks. Anyway we were so fucked up at this point, me and these girls left and I had no idea where my buddy was but we both had phones so I figured fuck it I'll find him later. I go to get pizza with these 2 girls, got in a fight with some guy at the pizza place, fucking PIED some guy right in the face with a sizzling hot pizza, the girls end up getting in a fight with some other people, I'm just wailing on this one guy and run away when his buddys come. At this point I'm stranded outside with no car in an unknown city with no idea where the fuck I am. I try calling my buddy and his phone's off. Then my phone dies. I'm so messed up at this point but somehow miraculously, I found the one guy on the street, looked like a college kid so I approached him, told him my situation, and this guy out of the sheer kindness of his heart invited me TO HIS FUCKING HOUSE to crash and I could figure things out the next day. He was driving though and his house was like a half hour drive away, but I'm like fuck it so I go. Next morning, wake up, buddy's phone's still fucking off so I'm like wtf. I decided to just take a cab to the bus terminal and take a fucking bus back to my town, at this point I'm worried about my buddy. Say goodbye to the nice guy, name was Ian I'll never forget him. Paid fucking 70 bucks for a 5 hour bus ride back to my town. Don't hear from my buddy for another day, starting to get seriously worried. Finally he calls me, turns out he puked in the bar and got kicked out, got in ANOTHER FIGHT outside the bar, got FUCKING ARRESTED and taken to JAIL, and his car got towed, he had to fucking pay all this money to get it back and drove back a zombie like 2 days later. Holy fucking shit. And let me tell you, that's but one of a thousand insane stories like that I have. So it wasn't exactly never again, but it should have been. I may have been insane in my late teens, don't know how I made it to where I am in one peace