Last one to post in this thread wins!

After graduating college in 1989 (I think? not positive 1988 or 1989), my class had a grad dinner and an after party. I of course participated, and even got a ride to the party with a designated driver. After drinking and partying ALL NIGHT, including several dips in the pool, My designated driver drove me home around 8:00 AM. I decided that I was hungry, so I got my Kawasaki 1100 out of the garage and rode it down to one of my favorite greasy spoon joints for some breakfast.
Feeling somewhat re-energized after some bacon and eggs and coffee, I though it would be a great idea to go back to the party and see if the girl I had a hard on for was still there, plus I was up for some more drinking too!
I made it across town without incident, at least until I was about a mile from the house where the party was. At that point I actually passed out while riding my motorcycle, and dumped it, sliding across 2 lanes of oncoming traffic and into a curb, oil pan first. I woke up when my *** hit the road, and immediately picked the bike up. (don't want to attract attention of course) I made my way back to the party, still going, had a couple more beers, and passed out on the living room floor for a few hours. When I finally woke up, the girl I was chasing was gone and my Kawasaki was in pretty sad shape. Rode it home and went back to bed for several more hours.