Last week during that snowstorm, I drank a bunch of beers at a pub and stumbled outside to puke. Then I needed to lay down because my head was spinning so bad, so I kind of collapsed in a snowbank.
The problem is, I had already told my friends that I was probably heading home, so when I didn't return they assumed I had left. Well, I was actually passed out in that snowbank for over an hour and a half.
I got up and walked back into the bar, and the entire bar turned around and stared at me. I was soaked to the bone, shaking violently and looking like I was going to die.
I had complete strangers putting their shirts, hoodies and whatever else anyone could find on me, trying to warm me up. 3 hours later I was still shaking badly. A doctor that we were with said it wouldn't have taken much longer being passed out there to kill me.
