I am the champion of sleeping. (these are all sober stories; I don't have any drunk stories) I have slept in the following situations without any chemical help whatsoever: Up to four out of six classes per day in high school, including band (never made my goal of all six in the same day) The Rocky Horror Picture Show Most of the lounges, conference rooms, and "culture rooms" on the top two floors of the Texas Union. (The one where a meeting started and didn't kick me out was pretty funny... I woke up completely disoriented and wandered over to the table asking what was going on. They ignored me.) During many of the science-fiction movies watched by my "band nerd" friends. On my own couch on New Year's Eve (this was distinctive because my friends put all sorts of things on me including several clothespins and a pineapple).
The night before my cousin's wedding out of town, I went out partying with a big group and ended up pretty toasted. They all decided to leave at 1:00, but I decided that I would hang out at the after hours club and dance. The problem was that I wasn't driving so I told my cousin that I would just find a ride home and that I would be okay. Anyway, time went by and I got bored and I wanted to go back to the house. I didn't have a ride, so I decided that a nice loooooong walk would do me good. The house was about 12 miles away. Well after about 2 or three miles, I got pretty tired. I was looking for a nice place to stop and sleep, so I found a nice overpass to sleep under. Well, that one was already occupied, so I had to wait for the next one. I slept pretty well until 6:00 in the morning when I woke up cold and still a little drunk. I went to McDonalds and had breakfast, then embarrassingly called my aunt to come pick me up. That night still comes up every Thanksgiving. That's probably my best sleeping in weird places story. Another time, I had to sleep in the bush outside of a girls house because her crazy dad knew that I was somewhere close and he continued to drive around the block until 5:00 in the morning. The girl was my ride home and I was way too far away to walk, so I had to sleep in a bush while hiding from a psycho dad, then I took the bus home in the morning. Horrible night. I was 14 at the time. Other places I've slept: My truck too many times to count. Beach Jail Classes Library Church I'm tired now, I think I'll go take a nap.
I've slept in the car a few times. Once while driving. It's wierd waking up in a wreck. Thankfully no one was injuried but my new car was totalled and I didn't have insurance (It was a gift from my grandmother and I didn't have enough money for full coverage). The last thing I remember was nodding and driving. Never woke up from that last nod. Strange thing was that I drove at least a mile asleep before I hit something (still not exactly sure what it was). I woke up when I hit my head on the roof to see that I was sliding sideways down 610 heading for the concrete median. Word of advice: If you EVER get the least little bit sleepy, roll down the windows, turn up the music, stop and get some caffine, or just get off and find a safe place to park it and sleep.
-On the amphibious assault ships Guam, Whidbey Island, Wasp, Shreveport, Gunston Hall, Anchorage, El Paso, and others. We slept in racks, but I've caught naps on the hangar deck, in CH-46 and CH-53 helos in flight, in a humvee on the vehicle deck. -A beach in Somalia. -a bullet train in my mother's native Japan. -on my boat tied up in a little cove on Lake Lanier
I slept during the entire Scorpions set at the Monsters of Rock! All I remeber is Klaus Mein saying, "ThankyouHoustonWeAreTheScorpionsGoodnight!!"
I slept in a campground outside of Mena, Arkansas, while the Rockets made the Knicks their b****es in Game 7. I wasn't allowed to stay up and listen on the car radio.
I slept on the midnight train from Tokyo to Kyoto (its a low budget commuter train for people too cheap to get the fast train...i had to push through teenage girls' elbows for a seat) I slept in the back of a GMC Sierra I borrowed from work, in order work a vending gig in the Rose Parade, that night, and early the next day. It even made it into my writeup at the time. I've fallen asleep in a duck blind. I slept on a water taxi from Akko to Haifa and was woken up by a pair of low-flying Apaches. I slept in the back of a 5 ton truck from LA to Phoenix on the way to the Fiesta Bowl (also for vending). I fell asleep on an inflatable raft tied to a pier on an island near marker 69 of the Intercoastal, only to wake up to find the line untied and drifting halfway to the King Ranch. I slept in a hostel in Sde Boker, Israel, with nothing to eat but army-issued bread and chocolate spread from my only neighbors (Golani soldiers on leave). Now I always keep a jar around the apartment. I once slept in the alley behind a head shop on Melrose, after an art exhibition gone horribly awry. I only made it home b/c my girlfriend thought the homeless guy sleeping next to the dumpster looked awfully familiar. I fell asleep with wasted friends on a bar in Eilat (essentially beach chairs and tables roped off at night on the beach, with an outdoor sound system playing trance). The only part that sucked was wasting money for a room we never used. Not only were my companions smoking hash in public, but did it in a a 3 foot tall nargilla. The only time we were accosted by the employees of the establishment for having it there, was because they wanted some. Between that and countless vodka tonics I slept like a log until sunrise. I've slept in the orchestra pit and costume loft of the Harbor Playhouse, in Corpus Christi, the upper balcony and costume loft of the Springer Opera House in Columbus, GA, and the costume loft of the Middletown Theater in Middletown, VA. I slept in the lobby of my building in dowtown LA when I locked myself out of my apartment. I've slept in almost every public park in Corpus Christi as a teenager. In high school, and college, I was drooling and snoring on my desk. Alot. I used to sleep in my car in the parking lot next to the library at Sam Houston State alot. I used to sleep outside alot in crappy (non-camping) places in the Mojave when I wanted solitude to drink in peace and howl back at the coyotes. Once I did it in work's Jaguar Vanden Plas. Those were the days. I fell asleep in my car at a gas station off I-10 in West Texas during a freeze. I was woken by DPS tapping on the glass b/c they said my skin was turning yellow in the cold. I fall asleep in my vintage bathtub alot. Its nice and deep. Almost justifies the inflated rent. And I've fallen asleep reading Paul Krugman's column in the New York Times and MacBeth's non-basketball posts ;-)
I don't think is supposed to be a places you've nodded off thread, otherwise we could all just say--See Macb's Posts on whats wrong with stuff... First off the best way to travel around Europe is to have a Eurail Pass and sleep on the trains at night...this can be dangerous but I didn't get messed with in two months of taking night trains instead of getting hotels...so I've been on night trains in Sweden, Spain, France, Italia, Denmark, Germany, Everywhere in Europe...I remember waking up once in Croatia and looking outside and being amazed because it looked like a jungle... My friends and I spent a delightful night in a park in Paris on Oct 31, 2000.... It was awesome, there were all these rollerbladers going around town dressed in costumes...very surreal.. We camped out under the Eiffel Tower in this kids boat and used it as our fortress from the cold....brrrrr....Some bums tryed to mess with us but we roughed them up... I've slept in a cave in Capri, Italy... My friend fell alseep fell asleep in a public park somewhere in South Italy and woke up with one shoe... he searched all morning and finally found it in some bushes on the other side of town... When I first got to DC I slept for 5 weeks on my buddies floor before finding an overpriced apt... Other places... not coming to mind right now...
I spent a glorious night sleeping next to the Mecom Fountain (traffic circle at Montrose & Main) while at Rice.
I've slept in the same room as a bunch of convicted rapists and murderers. I did that for about 2 years straight.
The Yak Hotel in Lhasa, Tibet...I think thats the highest elevation I have ever slept...not including airplanes, of course.
