Company flew me to Houston for a job interview. Night before was filled with vodka tonics. I spent ~30 minutes in the GWB airport puking my guts up in the bathroom. The flight down was miserable. What's worse was the shuttle took me to the wrong hotel. The owner of the hotel was a mother****ing wonderful lady, however. I think she could tell I wasn't in a good state and offered me a room for a couple of hours until she was done with work then she would take me to my proper hotel. I puked a few more times, got some unrestful sleep and she drove me to where I was supposed to be. Really nice lady, we chatted it up all the way there (I think she wanted my hot bod!).
I didn't get the job. Didn't really want the job.
Anyway, I'm sure you folkses have some pretty good stories to tell.