Long story, and maybe boring, but strange things happen sometimes. Carrying her in passed out wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
Back when I was young and foolish and partying a lot (long time ago) I was at a party where these two girls I knew somewhat were there, one bartending and drinking more than her share of the drinks, she got drunk and her roommate asked me to take her home about 2 AM, and it was on my way and I knew where it was, had been to a party there the previous Saturday night. When she got in the car, she passed out, no intelligible responses, so I drove to their apartment, took her keys to open their door, and tried the key in the door. It didn't work. I knew it was the right apt, #8, but I went to the mailboxes and checked, sure enough, Karen and Kathy still on #8, so I went back and tried again, still didn't turn but I accidentally leaned on the door and it opened. Now you have to realize I was drunk also, so I thought I would turn the light on, go back and carry her in and throw her on the bed, good deed done for the day. But as soon as the door opened someone about 6' 6" tall came charging out of the back asking what the hell I was doing there, I said "I think I made a mistake" and he said "You sure as hell have" while still charging at me. I backed out the door and he slammed it in my face, it hit my nose and forehead just as it stopped, so no damage.
So I drove to my apartment, carried this passed out woman in and threw her on the bed and fell in and fell asleep-----or passed out, whatever. She woke me up the next morning wanting to know where she was and why.
Pretty funny after the fact, but they had moved that week and her roommate forgot to tell me, so glad that guy was so big, if it had been a little guy he might have shot me dead, and it would probably been ruled justifiable homicide.
I finally quit partying so much after I got married, and quit drinking so much after I found out what causes hangovers. It took a while.