Drunk and Ride

Where should I begin? The fact that my best friend whom I have known for 20 years was getting married last Sunday? Taking her out on Saturday night for partying? Or the fact I woke up in my own living room next to my pew and not remembering how I got home exactly?
It sounds crazy but I totally lost control. I was so happy to be partying with my gals with whom I have been partying since I was 16 that I completely threw my identity out the window.
Despite the fact I failed to hire any entertainment for the night, I have apparently compensated it by becoming the entertainment of the night. I took off my shoes dancing barefoot, down vodka like it was water, yelled at the taxi driver for failing to find my way home, rang the door bell at 3 am waking up my baby, left our house key outside while I slept on the couch and ... I just don't remember the rest. And honestly I don't believe that any of the above actually took place because if the night was as lively and animated as described by my dear friends, why would I not remember any of it?
Instead I suffered a pounding headache and perpetual stomachache on Sunday...