Don't you just hate those people that remember everything after a night out.
I am not one of those people in fact during my younger days I was the exact opposite of that. I would have long periods of the night missing and normally some grovelling/cleaning to do in the morning. Even to the point one night when I was sitting in a room with my friends patiently waiting to go out, having completely forgotten going out for the night and coming back and was quite surprised to discover that we were post club drinking not pre-club drinking.

So one night a few years ago I went to Barcelona with some friends to spend a few nights before heading down to the Benicassim music festival. On the first night as is customary on holidays we got completely shit faced. In the morning we were all trying to figure out what had happened, where some of our friends/mobiles/money were. One of our number was one of the aforementioned folks with a cast iron memory after a night of drinking. I naturally woke up with a large gap in my memory from about 1am onwards. Mr Memory then proceeded to amuse everyone with tales of drunken tomfoolery, arguments with prostitutes and one incident of bag snatching. Having told about half the group their individual high/lowlights I had managed to pull myself together enough to jump up onto his bunk and say "What about, what did I do, go on do me next." To which he replied, "Well Captain, last night you tried to get off with my girlfriend!".

I have never felt words before, but these were like a punch to the stomach, I felt physically sick and nearly burst into tears. I couldn't say or do or think anything. It is probably the worst I have ever felt in my life, both him and his girlfriend were good friends. I just kinda mumbled something sank back to my bunk, and wished for the world to swallow me up. When we had a chance I spoke to him and begged for forgiveness he was incredibly decent about it all things considered. He told me that when he saw it happen he had come over to have a go at me and probably hit me. He quickly realised I couldn't make a coherent sentence and kept on responding to his angry questioning about my indiscretion with looks of confusion and stories about fish.

He later admitted he probably wouldn't have said anything in the morning but when I asked like I did he couldn't resist dropping it on me like that. They are now happily married, although I wasn't invited to the wedding.
(Little Animal Disaster isn't finishing what he started, Mon 28 Mar 2011, 14:30, Reply)