Ooh, you have my sympathy OP..... I was less than decorous on Saturday night myself, though fortunately no harm no foul despite spat with DP and Sunday spent feeling very sorry for myself......
When I went off to college at 19 I had led a fairly sheltered life - am an only child with a fiercely principled and protective mother. I got into the tech side of a fairly prestigious drama school, and the course was populated by hardened alternative drinkers. Wanting to fit in, on a night out at our local in Crouch End, I accepted a tequila shot challenge from a robust rugby playing Welsh guy on the course. My tipple of choice had been vodka when I was out "drinking" up to that point, but I had never tried tequila, but hey, how dangerous could it be? Well......... I managed 16 shots. In a rather stupidly short space of time. I felt absolutely fine. Then I rose from my stool and the floor smacked me solidly in the face. I was hustled outside by my course mates before we could be ejected, and the eruption of vesuvius commenced. Earlier in the evening I had drunk some snakebite and black - cue my panicky companions thinking I was vomiting blood and attempting to call an ambulance - which was refused as I was patently just drunk. I was squished into the back of someone's VW bug, taken back to my one room digs, put to bed and I remember very little of anything until the next morning, when I awoke, feeling absolutely fine, and breezed into the college canteen at 10.30. This gave me something of a God like status amongst my peers but was of course only down to the fact that there wasn't a scrap of alcohol left in my system. I am now 51 - only in the last two years have I been able to even sniff tequila without an involuntary urge to vomit.
My second story is somewhat shameful, and I learned a valuable lesson from it. I was married to a biker, and my son was about 8. We had gone to a local rally that was a family friendly affair but did have alcohol on site. My marriage wasn't the greatest, and one of my ex-husbands female friends wasn't helping. She felt I was a bit uptight and prissy, so just having a couple of single measures didn't cut it for her, despite my wanting not to be incapacitated around my son, although ExDH was driving and also sober, however, untied parental front and all that...... So, "Friend" started topping up my drink with some ready mixed that she had brought and I lost track of my consumption. We were all having a nice time and it was still fairly early in the evening - i was dancing and socialising and then the alcohol seemed to hit me like a tone of bricks. I was helped into our white van which had a rear bench seat for my son, and off we toddled. Going up a stretch of dual carriageway and approaching a roundabout, I knew I was going to be sick and asked ExDH to pull over - obviously he couldn't, so in mortified desperation I made a half hearted attempt at opening the wind down window which failed utterly. My son was surprisingly quick witted and managed to shift out of the back spray as everything coated the inside of the window....... the van was still faintly malodorous when we sold it months later. Obviously it was not my finest hour - however, my son, now 25 seems to have turned out fine and I do still, on occasion apologise to him when it crops up in "hilarious" reminiscences. Needless to say, ditching the Ex DH and the "friend" improved my life choices massively.
I am still a social drinker, and am very aware of my limits now - I have been a consistently "happy" drunk for a long time. I am currently under alot of stress, and finding that even a small amount of alcohol is nudging my demons out so I am starting a period of abstinence while I try and level out my emotions...... but it can be so hard socially with our accepted drinking culture...... it almost seems like a challenge to some people if you ask for a soft drink or water to try and coax you into party mode...... the answer should be moderation in all things, but hey, we're only human, and even animals go for broke sometimes on fermented fruit etc.....drunk squirrels are very funny indeed.......