On a family trip to Seattle, a cousin and I went out to Pike Place before noon to drink and meet up with the rest of the family later for lunch. We both got hammered fairly quickly on a lot of whiskey and lost each other. I apparently decided to lay down and sleep at about 2pm. When I woke up I knew I had a problem, a problem much bigger than getting back safely. I woke on one of the piers after dark, phone dead, had to walk five miles back to my family’s airbnb. Took forever then took another forever (years) to get in good graces with my family. I do not drink to be drunk anymore after that. Love my fam too much to do anything close to that ever again.