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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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?
Sometimes! Was always a gamble that people on campus wouldn’t try to fuck with them though
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.
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.
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.
Just American Things.
Traipsing home just in time to start rustling up breakfast for the menfolk.
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.
Beautiful.
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.
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.
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 😆
Never to be heard from again … until 3,000 years later
Lol gotta be a wizard to avoid drunk driving
Is that 100 Gecs
I walked home 25km back in the day. Lord of the rings shit. I’m telling you!
That, but in Dragon’s Dogma.
