I remember a sake story from 2000. Went to a convention in Phoenix at Camelback Resort. Met some people one night at the convention and went to a d-back game and then we started drinking that damn brew at some Japenese place. Vaguely remember the taxi ride back to the hotel. Nothing after that.
Woke up the next morning, my blue jeans were missing (never found) woke in my underware wearing one shoe no socks and a different shirt. Found a mans hair piece in the bathroom. Butt was not sore, so that was a good sign.
To this day, I have no idea what happened.