The first time I was well and truly wasted also happened to be the first time I went clubbing.
Left the house around 14:00 (it was a matinee) and hitched a ride to the club, where I got drunk on cheap sherry outside in the parking lot, and a case of beer inside. Left the club when the matinee came out at around 18:00 and threw up outside. Skip ahead to 05:00 the following morning when I eventually found my way home, stumbling up the stairs and falling into bed.
Later that night, I got the "I'm very disappointed in you" speech from my mom.
