Me leaving my wagon at their place because I had too many elixirs
Clearly the potions you bought were too strong. Your potion-seller should have sold you weaker potions.
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You sound like a rascal. A rascal with no respect for knights.
I feel seen in this. Sure I’ve walked 4 miles at 1am a few times but who hasn’t?
This is just practically the classic uni experience here.
No bicycles?
Took the train to get there, then decided drunkenly decided not to take the last one home. 15km was quite a bit too far when fucked up, did it again the week after.
No culture
We often took random bicycles from the train station home and brought them back the next morning. Sometimes we fixed them, because they were often pretty wonky when they weren’t locked. But sketchy bikes were part of the fun.
Sometimes! Was always a gamble that people on campus wouldn’t try to fuck with them though
Meanwhile, in the city I just get on the train. Going out and then having to drink your drunk/tired/etc self home is miserable.
Drinking yourself home sounds more wild than the party itself, never know what you might get into
That’s what we Germans call Wegbier, it’s the beer you drink while walking somewhere.
Or a Fußpils :)
Heh. A typo where I meant
drive, but it’s funny so I’m going to leave it
But seriously, this is often the best parts of the evening. I have a buddy who lives near me, and I think the reason we’re so close is because neither one of us drive, so to and from any social event, we’ve been walking and talking for a couple hours.
I tell myself I’d and still walk if I got a car, but I also told myself I’d hang out outdoors even after it was safe to gather indoors. Once you have the lazy option, it’s too easy to take it.
Walking is the lazy option for me, getting into a car, driving, finding a spot, then parking just to walk to the place anyways is too much hassle
Never get a car.
I used to do that all the time, and i loved it. By the time i was home i was sober and i had a good workout going. I just looked up, one of the further ways i walked is 11km.
I dont need lights, I walk about 80% of the way with eyes closed, peeking a bit from time to time.
Gonna be honest, this is absolutely fun. Especially when you are either stoned or drunk.
Not always the greatest fun. I got “pulled over” walking home one time. I was cutting through a plaza as my complex was behind it. Thankfully in Florida it isn’t illegal to be drunk in public, it’s only illegal to be disorderly or a threat to yourself/others. Which makes sense to me, if you don’t have an open container and aren’t yelling at strangers, walking home is the best option many times. That said it was also ruled years ago in Florida that having a bag of mushrooms in your pocket isn’t illegal. As the courts rules the standard person cannot discern whether or not a mushroom is psychosomatic… Thus people should be able to walk around with foraged or store bought mushrooms as it’s their freedom to enjoy them.
OK, the main difference for me is, that I live in a rural area so after like 8pm its quite unlikely that you will see anyone while walking home. Especially not in the night and especially not a cop.
This is the opposite of hangouts with my friends. Why would you come by car, you cannot drink then. All my friends come by bike. Cycling while drunk is no issue, as long as there’s proper cycling infrastructure like in The Netherlands where I live. Sometimes there’s someone stupid enough to come by car, they have to pay 7 euros per hour parking fees and have to stay sober all night. But most of my friends don’t even have a car and live within 2km cycling distance. Others who live further away take the train.
I think I have fallen into some bushes once when driving home drunk on my bike. I must have judging by all the scratches I woke up with. Does it really count if you can’t remember it though? Far as I concerned I never had an accident.
Back in college I used to walk 2 miles to my buddy’s place to party, and then walk 2 miles back to campus hammered if I wanted to sleep in my own bed.
Good times.
Just American Things.
What is this “walking” people are talking about? The thing horses do?
That’s the best part of the night, drunkenly wandering around the empty streets, hoping you have enough in you to make it to your own property, sometimes you make it, sometimes you sleep under a pedestrian swing bridge untill the sun comes up and you emerge out like a whisky soaked troll scaring the mid morning joggers.
I once took a shortcut through a golf course, snoozed on the 11th green.
After enough pints, I have no memory of this place.
Love this. I think not having driving was a huge contributor to my introvertedness/social anxiety. My friends were always super accommodating, but night after night I would end up stuck in places I didn’t want to be, entirely at the mercy of someone else. Was my ride drinking? Guess I’m sleeping on the floor of some weird house I don’t want to be at. My social battery would drain by 10pm and I would have to bounce around asking various friends if I couple catch a ride with them when they left, and often didn’t get out of there until 3am. It wasn’t a situation I enjoyed being in. Sometimes it was easier to be the walking wizard.
One night I was extremely drunk on Southern Comfort and mad/butt-hurt over something my love interest had said or done. Decided to walk all the way home at 2am. Unfortunately that was a 14 mi/22 km walk through a rural area, deeply intoxicated with no water. It was beautiful hearing the roosters crow over sleepy little farms at sunrise, but by the time I finally made it home I collapsed onto my bed sobbing in misery. I slept for eleven hours and spent the next day or so recovering. It’s not always noble to be the walking wizard.
Just bring a bedroll with you everywhere you go. When you tire of company, start for home, but pace yourself, and camp out midway on your journey.
I just imagine him at every party walking around with a big as hikers back pack on his back.
22km is normal, you can be home by 7am. One time I tried to walk through a forest really drunk and realized I had stepped into a creek, made it out and slept sitting against a tree.
It was really dark because the moon wasn’t up that night.
I don’t really get forests where I live, but that sounds straight up unsettling if not terrifying!
It’s fine when you are not drunk and have some moonlight and I did this 100 times before that.
That’s fucking awesome! That’s also how you end up running with a sect of druids.
It was like a Lord of the rings quest but I never found the druids.
Beautiful.
Traipsing home just in time to start rustling up breakfast for the menfolk.
We have public transport here (until 2 o clock and then 5 o clock again).
Our metro service ends at ~2am but we do have night busses until it stars back up at ~5:30am.
I really want to see a return of rural villages instead “small towns” that are spread out over more area than my self-sufficient mid-density neighbourhood for no reason and hard to service with non-car transit.
this was me about 30 years ago on a larp where at midnight we came across a mage in a circle… along with a scarecrow… I smacked the scarecrow with my sword and it screamed and lunged at me… I ran away bravely and as fast as possible straight into a tree, dropped my lantern and carried on screaming into the night. the most scared I’ve been in larp, proper suspension of disbelief. thanks for the memory 😆
Living in the countryside be like. You have to chose between walking or alternatively driving home with your also intoxicated friend. I devinetively did both, but usually the second because my ass was lazy.
In my defence: It was always in the middle of the night only through back roads and only like 6km or something like that. Hes also a professional stoner, and hes used to driving while being somewhat high. I would not recommend doing it, but it is the downside of living in the countryside.
It is I, that friend.
