Last March I went to New Orleans with some friends to partake in a pre st pattys day bar crawl parade/vacation. I get there at 11am on a Thursday and we have lunch and then make a decision, do we do some volunteer work or start drinking? my vote was to start drinking.
Anyhow, we start doing shots of Jameson and drinking beers at 1pm. I didn't eat dinner for some odd reason that night and wound up blacking out. all I remembered was going up the elevator in the wrong hotel and that my passport and wallet were missing but I had all my cash. so I slept on it and try putting together the loose ends the next morning.
I wake up on Friday and have a serious problem. no ID or anything and I have to fly back to NJ on Monday. I have my brother fed ex me a copy of birth certificate and have work email me scan of drivers license. then I call New Orleans PD and ask for police report so I can travel with all 3 on Monday, NO PD laughs at me and says that will take 45 days to get a police report. WTF?
Fast forward to Saturday. I have a blinking light on my phone in my hotel room. it's from a cab driver named Chris saying he has all my shit. I told him to come to my hotel and I'll take care of him. I gave him $100 and thanked him and then asked ''wtf happened that night, fill me in''. he said I was stumbling and bumbling through the french quarter and asked him if I could get a ride, he said sure, where to? I say ''I don't know''. I was staying at the old queens hotel across canal street. he drives by the omni hotel and I say that's my hotel, so that's how I went up the elevator in the wrong hotel. I was lucky I didn't get ****ing robbed, what a dumbass I was that day.
Anyway, the moral of the story is to always make sure to eat well if you're gonna get shit faced. I canceled my ****ing passport that had 7 years left on it