lost TWO??
sounds like me.
But I'm not sure that in my binge days I wanted my wife to come downstairs to help me. I just wanted to sneak in undetected...
haven't done that in almost thirty years.
The last time, I was in good old Deutschland
(Prost!) and stopped by a German Army pal's just in time to get invited to a wedding reception.
It was in a small farm town, and EVERYONE was there. Man, did we get wasted.
Sometime well after midnight, I got in my Maverick and drove in the general direction of the homestead, about 50 clicks distant, and it was snowing like a mother out.The road was like a bunch of wet spaghetti, and just as slippery. I very well remember approaching a very sharp turn, and no, I didn't lose it, but I realized a while later that I didn't remember the last several minutes. I immediately found a wide spot in the road, pulled over, and half slept/half froze my miserably drunk heinie until I thought it was safe to try again for the house.
I got home at 0615, caught HELL, showered, caught more and got to work at 0700, still blasted.
NEVER did that again, nor will I.