Misplaced my friend in Majorca.
Context. Been out going round all the clubs getting our free shots to encourage us in and we decided to go back to a party being held in a hotel 'somewhere'. Fuck knows where. Anyway, we were walking for ages with a group of lads/girls. After we had been this party, my friend was getting 'friendly' with one of the lads and I was getting bored, so i called to her I was going was she coming to which she replied no and I got a cab (still extremely drunk) from the front desk of where we were and got myself back to our apartment taking zero notice of where I was (again because I had way too many drinks).
For the next day and a half I was going round Magaluf looking for my friend. There were no mobiles back then! I spent a lot of time hanging out with some boys we'd made friends with. Eventually the cab driver who brought me back to my apartment was waiting at the taxi rank, I recognised him because he looked exactly like my uncle and I got him to take me to where he picked me up from.
Quite amazingly I was able to find the apartment (after knocking on many wrong doors) and there she was still in bed with the fella I had left her with. She refused to come back with me, in fact, I didn't see her for another 12 hours. This was in the early early 90s and we were young and not very sensible/sober.