I don't know what's gotten into me lately, but apparently my new thing is falling down flights of stairs at the end of an evening. Granted, this time I was actually quite drunk and brought it on myself. And it didn't help that I actually heard someone nearby go "Ooooh". Fortunately they were around the corner and I was able to use another exit to avoid further embarrassment. Not that it makes things much better.
Of course I'm just happy that I chose to meet up with former coworkers instead of continue on with another group of friends for Mickey's birthday celebrations. As of this morning, 3 people are out sick, at least one has spent most of the morning vomiting, and apparently a couple of people almost got into a fist fight at the last bar of the night, not that either of them remember it now.
It's a sad sad day when the person who drank a bottle of wine and fell down the stairs had one of the more respectable evenings.