My bf and I were out one winter evening getting plowed at the local watering hole. We started fighting so it was time to go home. Well after having 8 or so Long Islands I was in no shape to drive but you couldn't tell me that. I tried taking a short cut while in a black out. A dark, dirt road, in the middle of the woods. My bf and I were still fighting. He got out to pee so I drove away. Well I felt bad after about a 1/4 mile so I tried to do a K turn, backed up too far, put the ass end up over a fallen tree so my rear tires were in the air and I was over the side of the bank. I got out to yell for him to help me. He told me to hide in the woods while he went for help. Well I forgot to hide. Instead I went and sat back in the car, got scared of the dark, rolled up the windows and locked the doors. Then it occured to me to walk home. So I got out and locked up the car, keys in the ignition of course. When my bf got back he found me satggering in the middle of the road trying to thumb a ride. He was really mad when he asked me where the keys were, I had no clue. Once he saw them in the car he took a huge log and busted out my window. His buddy pulled the car onto the road. My bf drove us home. The next day we had to drive an hour in 20 degree F temps to go get a new window from the junk yard.