Last Friday night, I went out with a few coworkers for an unofficial Christmas party.
I remember ordering a few drinks and nodding whenever the waiter asked about refils.
I remember paying my bill.
I remember getting off the subway 3 stops early, because the motion was making me ill. As soon as I left the train, I realized that it's freezing cold and wasn't about to walk ANYWHERE.
I remember waiting a few minutes for the next train to arrive.
I remember waking up at around 3:30am, naked on the bathroom floor with vomit in both the sink and toilet.
I remember waking up Wife to inform her that I'd be voluntarily sleeping on the couch.
And that's about it.
Oh, and I had a huge bruise on my left eye when I woke up. No idea how it got there.
I think I must be part homing pigeon. No matter what happens to me, I have ALWAYS been able to find my way home... eventually.