Height of Celebration

Herez the magic of the Celebration or Height of Celebration. There was a party at IT House on an evening. Emptied three bottles of celebration everybody boozed and in full form except the group driver. He is our GOD, he is such a nice guy, he won’t drink for us and take us to our home. Oh we are deviating from the story. The Hero is coming to office by his bike, on the booze day also he came by bike but coming in our car, between the conversation he asked us to drop him at vazhakkala, knowing he is not staying there we asked
We: how do you go from there ?
He: by bike,
(He is sitting with us )
we : where is your bike
He: at home.
We: asked how did u come to office today
He: by bike,
We: then how will u come to office tomorrow
He: by bike
We : you said, you came to office by bike and you are with us in the car ,then where is your bike
He: bike is at home (He clarified now I am in the car right ?, so I can’t take the bike, but I will come to office by bike tomorrow).
We stopped asking anything because we thought we are drunk and we are not getting what ever he say.
(The fact made him say all this, reveled on the next day, he gave his bike to his friend and his friend took it to his home, our hero have a faint idea bike is at home but he didn’t remember how he made it happen)