Last weekend we celebeated my father's birthday. My family, my sister, some good old family friends. As I had no time to eat almost anything the whole day before the party I blanked out right afther the third vodka shot. But the party was great as I was told later - I did terrible deeds, said terrible things to everybody and in the end climbed on top of the kitchen table totally naked. My father never sympathised that type of jokes and this time wasn't any exeption of course.
Next morning I felt terrible, especialy when my son showed me a video he had made of me. Watching a video of yourself drunk as a fiddler far more painful than watching the worst horror film one can ever imagine.