What's going on? What's happening?

I had been drinking at a friend's birthday party. Vodka rocks. Wasted I begin my journey home. I meet two girls from the party--one of which is said friend's coworker--at 6th avenue and we take a cab to Union Square. Sigh. Oh shit I fell asleep on the train again. I'm alone on the car. I'm laying across the seats with my feet propped up. I sit up. It is snowing outside. I'm not in Manhattan. Lots of snow. Blowing. Okay and we're not moving. Where am I? I see a sign for Coney Island. I'm in the rail yard. Lovely. Good thing I have my flask with me.