I know I posted this once before and I hate to say this, but Deaf Tim might appreciate this. Keep in mind, I still had some hearing at this point.
I got so drunk one night, we had closed down the bars in town, so drinking was done at 5am. I drove home, and managed to get there in one piece and parked my car (stick-shift) straight. Well, when I was plastered I used to walk in itty-bitty baby steps and couldn't get over a speed bump. I would fall on the uphill swing. 3 times I tried, then got pissed and crawled around the speed bump. Could not make it upstairs and had a 90 y/o man (apartment manager) help me up the stairs and into the apartment I shared with my parents. 2 hours later, I got to a training session for 401k's when they first came out at the bank I was working for. We get a call, and I had to leave training and go open the branch office. Well, this was a Friday and about 3 in the afternoon, the construction guys are in to cash their paychecks. I come out from the back and before I go through the doorway to get to my teller station, I hear the guys asking, "Hey Anita, where's Kristina?" She replies, "Aw, she's in the back paying reverence to the porcelain altar." I was so mortified, that that was the last day I drank anything alcoholic. I was 21 at the time and had just become legal to drink.
He was trashed in the morning...probably only took 5 beers for him.
they told me no worries and had a janitor to clean up the mess..whew! 