Once upon a time me and my two best friends got very drunk after a soccer match we had won. At first, even the members of the losing opposite team drank with us, but we exceeded them easily and we lost them outta sight a couple of hours after the game finished. I was at age 17 by that time, but people hold me for much older and so too with my friends and we hit a bar after another. I had my salary in my wallet and was intended to blow a good part of it. Somehow we reached a spacey meadow, and we had the brillant decision to reenact our victorious match. We fooled around for a couple of minutes and must have done some noise, 'cause some girls approached us and they jokingly spurred us on. After some time, me and my friends got exhausted from the fooling around with the soccer ball and we walked towards the girls. Then I noticed that one of had a blood-smeared nose, though grinning, and another one was barefoot. They were drunk as we were, maybe even more. We walked with them in the now empty city (it was already 2 am) and nobody actually noticed where we were going actually, so accidently we arrived at a big supermarket. There was a big truck, standing on the parking lot, and at first none of us could see what was inside it because of the darkness, so I had the idiotic idea to crawl inside. The freaking truck was loaded with stacks of champagne and wine, so I grabbed some bottles and tried to share them with my friends and our new acquaintances. As I climbed outside the truck though, I slipped with the bottles in both of my hands on one of them with a full body slam and knocked her out. She was unconcious, from the alcohol and the hard contact with her head on the floor. The other girls started to weep hysterically while I made a great effort to lift her on my shoulders and to transport her to the next hospital, which was 2 miles away. We carried her all the way to there and finally arrived. Dirty, drunk, tired and sweaty as we were, barely able to articulate an understandable word, the nurses gave us some kinds of drugs through an injection and we all began to sleep. The next morning our parents arrived at our beds (the girls were nowhere to see) and we had to explain to them what just happened to us. This moment was pretty embarrassing and at first, they refused to believe us, because the girls were still missing and their beds were almost untouched. Until today I have no idea what happened to them, nor were they seen exiting the hospital, even though the doctors made a witness report to the police later on that day but nobody in the whole city had ever seen them or even missed them.
And this night was the freakiest one of my whole life, hope you enjoyed the ride.