It's sunday mornin but... where did my saturday night go?

Hi everyone,
I feel sick and I know why. Actually I don't know why but I know that I don't know what happend last night.
I know that I was going out with friends or at least I tried it. I took the train to get to the next big town to meet my friends there. Unluckily I was to late to get a ticket and the thought alone "I wont get caught" didnt keep the inspector away. I tried to fool him with an old ticket but he looked trough my disguise and kicked me out of the train at the next station.
So there I was.... alone in a little town, my friends good 100 miles away from me, the pocket full of money and a 0.7L Jägermeister bottle in my pocket.
Then my memory gets fuzzy... I think I went to a bar, drank more Jägermeister and beer and *PLOP* it's Sunday evening and I'm lying in my bed.
Luckily it looks like I didn't lost anything, I have no wounds, there's no stranger here and there's no puke in my apartment....
HUGE SUCCESS... or something like that!?
Gonna eat some bread now which is most likely the only thing I will eat today.

And now something emotional:
Damn, I'm gonna miss you so much. Good bye, my sweet holiday T.T

Bye guys :|