Alternate Image File The amazing thing about being drunk is that the smallest worries can take on the grandest shapes. Take, for example, my weekend trip out to Pittsburgh for Anthrocon. I got a wee bit "tipsy" there, and during that time I began wandering, as most inebriated people tend to do.
I went to find a friend of mine, and upon entering his room and discovering that he was wandering about as well, I came across a situation: he had left his hat in his room. The hat he had been wearing while partying all night long. The Trigger Hat. In his room.
In my drunken state, I didn't rationalize the fact that he would eventually return to his room to, you know, sleep. No, logical notions like that don't present themselves when you're in that state. All I knew was that Trigger's hat was not with him, and he needed it, and I needed to give it to him.
So I stole it for a while and began on an adventure searching throughout the entire con facilities looking for Trigger, shouting his name everywhere. People would confront me and ask, "isn't that Trigger's party hat?" To which I would proudly respond, "Yes! And I am looking for him because he needs it!" And then I would stumble off without listening to anything else they had to say, because the hat was more important.
Eventually I became bored of the quest, and dropped the hat off God-only-knows-where and went back to hang with my friends and do something completely different. I really don't remember where I left the hat. He got it back somehow, so everything worked out in the end, even if I did complicate matters a bit.