You definitely had a good guardian angel. It sounds like an episode of "Hold My Beer". Sorry about
your friend Frank.Kind of reminds me of the time when two of my buddies and myself went out for a night on the town. We finished in the wee hours and Bill was passed out cold.So, John and I took him home, carried him in and laid him down on the couch in the living room. Unfortunately, we put him in the wrong house. Funny now . . .