When you go drinking and the next morning or sometimes later that nights you realize that pieces of the night are missing from your memory. To fluctuate between remembering and being blackout drunk.
GUY 1: What'd you do last night
GUY 2: Well I remember playing drinking games at the house, I don't know how but I somehow eneded up at a club. The next thing I remember was being in a cab with two hot girls who didn't speak english. I must of fucked up though because I woke up on the doorstep to the house.
GUY 1: Fucking Brownouts always screw you over in the end.
A Shackteau is a humble, weather-beaten, structurally questionable shelter located in a spectacular or highly coveted place—Wales, Jackson Hole, Sun Valley, Crested Butte, coastal Maine, the Alps—where the building itself may be worth almost nothing, but the dirt, view, access, and mythology make it absurdly valuable.
In use:
Shackteâu - We thought it was an abandoned shed until the realtor called it a rare alpine Shackteâu with unobstructed views and listed it for $2million.