A few months ago at a party, I got pretty drunk and decided that I absolutely HAD to walk around the house twelve times. This was in the midst of fall, so I got really distracted and entertained by kicking the leaves as I walked. Eventually I'd created a mini race-track trail through the yard, and people started walking through it, too. When I was done walking in circles around the house I laid down in the front yard next to some people who were smoking cigars. I didn't want to get up when they decided to go back inside so one of them eventually picked me up and carried me inside, got me a glass of water, and made sure I sobered up properly. And by some twist of fate we are now dating.