I locked myself out of the house without my shirt on once. Luckily, my grandmother lived next door and had an arctic entryway where she kept her wheelchair. I passed out on that and almost gave her a heart attack when she opened her door in the morning. She gave me a tiny brown sweater to wear that I could only button the middle button on. I remember wearing that and laying out in the sun on a lawn chair while some woman locksmith picked my lock. "Wow! That must've been some drinking party last night!" was her comment. Oh, I also jumped out of a moving vehicle that night when my friend was taking me home. I guess I didn't want him to have to come to a complete stop.