At least we had enough sense to stay out of the county papers, if you get my drift...
@Smokin Joe If you had the free time and were coherent enough to read the papers,you definitely weren't partying hard enough.
I have came to in different states than I was in when I started out the day. When you wake up in a strange house and don't remember how you got there or who it is you are with,where you met her,etc,etc,etc,the wise man will quietly dress and sneak out the door without waking anyone.
Unless of course she was hot. Which is not always the case. Trust me on this one.
The next trick is to find your car,find out where you are,and see if you have enough money to get back home.
I was once living in Virginia,and when it got to the point I could see clearly and reason again,I discovered I was in East St.Louis around midnight on a Saturday night,and the only white man in sight. To quote an old Tarzan movie,the natives weren't looking too friendly,either. Not only that,but all I had on me was a 6 shot revolver with no reloads. Nobody in history got sober quicker than I did that night. To this day I have no idea what the hell I was doing there. I didn't even know anybody in St.Louis. Last thing I remember was going to party in Norfolk.
My best guess is that I must have met someone at the party from St.Louis that needed a ride home and offered to pay the expenses if I would take him there.
I might have watched 10 hours of tv and read a dozen newspapers from 1964 to around 1980,but I doubt it. Had other priorities.
I do confess to reading a bunch of books,though. Mostly when I was too broke to party,but still........