Jemimarose... Have you forgiven yourself yet and are you now recovered? I've been thinking about you and wondered how you were getting on. I thought I'd regale you with a tale of my drunkenness (my very worst one).
It was an Awards Night in 2006 at a city centre hotel and I was attending with lots of peers, my boss and my then chief executive. We were all staying over in the hotel. I was nervous, am not a big drinker and my mate (who is a fab drinker) gave me some Archers Cranberry. I didn't much like the taste and couldn't keep up with her by sipping it so I slugged it down.
About half an hour later, we were sitting down to dinner and for some reason, I climbed up on the table, with heels on, hoicked my long dress into my knickers, flinged off my strapless bra (which I really needed) and thew it somewhere on the table. I then grabbed a bottle and used it as a microphone to sing loudly and out of tune - in French, (I wasn't bad, apparently).
Then, for some even more inexplicable reason, I crouched down to kiss the top of my chief executive's bald head, loosing my footing and ending up face down, upside down, in his lap. I then struggled to my feet, back up on the table, whereupon a promptly fell off, hitting my face on the way down.
I woke up the next morning, in my hotel room, convulsed with hangover and shame - and sporting a whopping black eye.
I cannot tell you how derisive the laughter was from my colleagues and boss when I rang in to say that I wouldn't be in that day or the next. When I eventually got back to work my chief exec called me in. I was terrified. He winked and handed me my discarded bra... 
I have been teetotal from that horrible night to this day... I hope my story makes you feel better. 
