Decades ago I got really drunk at an undergrad “pirate party” drinking way too much rum too quickly. I don’t have many memories of my trip home, but I remember a lucid moment when I passed the cabbie an extra $20 and said: please make sure I make it inside.

I woke up the next morning naked in my bed, somewhat alarmed. But rather than turning out badly, I discovered that I had stripped out of my puke-covered clothes after entering my apartment, leaving the pile behind the front door (in such a way that only I could have come through the door). I guess drunk me was trying not to spread the puke.

Thanks cabbie. And I hope I didn’t puke on you.