Got hella drunk on a regular basis for a few years, unsurprisingly it started to disagree with me after a while and I became rather aggressive. So I did the sensible thing and stopped.
Fast forward a few months, and I'm going out to see a local gig with a mate and my dad. I figure I can have a few drinks. I also figured I'd still have my tolerance. Dick move. I think I ended up kissing a (different) mates ex. My memory of the night is practically non-existent, which I'm incredibly thankful for. Anyway, the fun's just beginning.
Getting the train home, ended up jumping off the train at the last moment, chucking my guts up everywhere. Dad came back to see if I was alright, found me slumped against a post in a pool of liquefied dinner. Long story short, apparently I ended up laying into him about how much of a knob he is, started swinging at him, etc. Very surprised he didn't deck me, I sure as hell deserved it. Details of what I actually said are flaky at best, as he's never brought it up presumably of not wanting to relive the night.
The worst part? It was Christmas Eve.
Needless to say, I don't drink much any more (I actually spent 3 years sober before touching even a beer, but now me and alcohol have an understanding with each other and it's cool).
Do I win the thread at being a terrible excuse for a human being?
Edit: the above two posts are pretty cute by comparison.