This kind of happened on mine. My idiot buddies decided to fill me with so much whiskey that I ended up being sent home on the metro escorted by some of my aunt's friends, who we bumped into while they were out shopping for the day and grabbing dinner. I threw up into one of their shopping bags (which they'd kindly emptied in order to let me), and my now-wife met us at the station and took me home and to bed by 9:00 p.m. My wife then made me deliver bottles of wine to my aunt's friends as a thank you/apology a few days later.
