Nice post.
I remember one time years ago, woke up with a hangover in Alberta, Canada and decided I was bored. Woke up the next morning on a street in Mexico City after a bunch of tequila shots with strangers, and with a quarter ounce of weed in my pocket, because by the time I decided I had enough I could no longer find my hotel.
At least I was thoughtful enough to give my mom a call from the LAX airport during my layover, and let her know I'm heading to Mexico for a bit. That was nice of me.
Thinking back, I could have been killed so many times with the stupid s*it I pulled.