Imgaine this. You've come home after a rather awesome night of drinking and general drunkeness and stumble into bed. You're woken up the next day around 1:30 in the afternoon by a ringing phone, still hung over and with only a very shakey idea of what happened after about 10:30, eleven O'Clock the previous night.

You answer the phone without looking at it, mumbling "H'Lo?" half coherently.
On the other end there's a much less hung over sounding voice, female, slightly odd accent who says "Hey! How are you?"
"Um... OK... Hung Ov'r"
"Ha ha ha - I'm not surprised - you were really drunk last night" (I'm half guessing here - the gist is right, the specific words may have been different)
"Yeah"
"Hey, if you're free friday, you should come over again, we're having a party!"
"Um... I'll be working. 10 til 3 Friday nights."
"Oh... where do you work?
"Nightfill. At the coles across the road."
Oh, cool. Well, I'm sure I'll see you around! Come over some time when you're not working! Bye"
"Um... OK. Bye"

And then you flop back to sleep for another few hours. When you wake up, you remember the conversation, but you realize not only do you have no idea who the chick was, but that you don't even rememebr giving your phone number to anyone. So you check your phone and sure enough, a call came through at 1:22 PM from "Private Number". Would you be pissed off? Because I f#####g well am...

I have absolutely no idea who this chick was. I know I met quite a few of the new girls in the various student villages last night, of which the vast majority were European (Scandinavian mostly, but at least one fench chick and one dutch), so the accent doesn't help, and noobody I've spoken to remembers anything since I buggered off around midnight. So now I have no idea where to even start looking for this chick, which, if the calibre of the ladies I can rememebr meeting last night is any indication about this particular one, is a very bad thing.

And thus, yet another testimonial on why not to get completely wasted.

I've drank s### loads in my time, but I always can remember the details.

How the fk could you forget something like that! =o

Surely you remember where 'here' was, just rock up and look around.

Black Wolf wrote:at least one fench chick

"Fench"? Is that like wench?

Your pain is our gain. Kinda.

Ok then......

If you meet the Dutch chick, just tell her: "Ik was ladderzat en heb geen idee wat er de eerste avond gebeurt is, en moest op het web vragen om ideën om uit te vinden wie me opbelde."

However, you might want to run that through babelfish before using it as a pick-up line.

(DISCLAIMER: Don't use it)