Bad decisions ultimately lead to magical nights

Typically, indulging in a libation or two before attending an event (i.e. party, club, piano recital, or concert) is a good time. However, in my case, there are times where I can take it a little over the top. After a long day of school, tests, and dealing with dumb people, I met up with some friends for dinner and a show.
We headed to a restaurant which was BYOB. Bad idea #1. Half a bottle of wine later, someone's feeling warm and fuzzy. That someone was me. We get to the venue and a cocktail magically appears in the palm of my hand. Coincidentally, five dollars are missing from my wallet. Bad idea #2. Thoroughly enjoying the opening bands from the second floor of the Great American, my ass decided to become good friends with the open chair at an empty table. Next thing you know, I wake up to a heavy tap on my shoulder. These fingers belonged to a staff member who immediately says to me, "Miss, I can't have you falling asleep around here." Yes. I effing passed out at a concert before the band I paid to see even came up on stage. And yes I woke up to realize that the people I came with were nowhere in sight. How long was I out you ask? Who knows.
I see "Chong" a couple feet away and ask her to accompany me outside for some fresh air. One second I'm sitting at the table, the next second I'm outside with Chong and the bass player from one of the bands. Can't recall the transition in between. I couldn't keep my eyes open long enough to pay attention to anything he was saying...only embarrassing myself more than I have already by falling asleep during the show.
Still feeling a tad queasy, I came back in for a couple more songs from the set and bounced early. One cab ride home, a banana waffle, a few games of guitar hero, and several glasses of water later, I was as happy as a porn star winning the 'starlet of the year' award for my first feature film.