When drink turns bad....

Being drunk has it's up and downs for me....the plus is I get very excitable, happy and child like and have done some really drunk funny things..things that are light hearted and funny...things like maybe...doing a caterpillar outside the cab rank? rapping at the karaoke night? Dressing up in stupid clothes and going down the road for a chinese..Nothing bad..just innocent banter... On the down side I have been a fucking pest...In my drunken days I have fallen asleep in clubs, thrown up on all fours on the red carpet, hit someone over the head with there clipboard as I was refused entry to there club, woke up at 10am in oxford circus in a pile of bins, I've even gone outside a pub to talk to someone and walked back into the wrong pub..thinking everyone had left me? I'm a pest....but nothing can top this disgracful event, in all my years of drunk shivers this was the worse.. I had recently moved to what I would concider the county..( Hemel Hempstead) because Marc had left Millwall and had signed to QPR ,coming from South east London this was out of my comfort zone and I was struggling with the area, the schools and everyone that lived there.. So I was over the moon when I made friends with a local girl called Sharon from the school as she seemed like she was on my level...so when she invited me out with a few of her other Hemel chums I jumped at the chance... I remember the night well and I necked a couple of wines before meeting her at the pub with her friends who all seemed ok? A bit mummy for me but they would do as beggers cant be choosers..We all had a laugh and was all getting on great...even though Marcs words were ringing in the back of my mind "WHATEVER YOU DO DON'T DO SHOTS"... That soon went out the window because I'm easily led and the next thing I'm doing is shots?! We moved on after the pub to a place called Jumping Jacks and there was loud music, loads of people,DJ etc.. and I started to think that Hemel wasn't the shithole that I thought it was and that it was actually ok? Granted i was pissed, but i could see a light and a possible group of new friends that were up for a laugh like me?! This next bit is awful..and if I could go back in time I would...but I can't.. Over in the corner of the bar was a group of middle aged men drinking, a couple of them really stood out to me as they had the most awful clothes on, multi coloured shirts with badges and stickers on, funny clumpy shoes and just generally odd looking, and in this one mans pocket sticking out staring at me was a set of wooden drum sticks, So me being me, and me not even thinking I said to my new school friends " do you dare me to go over and nick his drumsticks from his pocket and play the drums on his head?! " go for it they said laughing...and drunk I've side shuffled across the floor waiting to pounce on him...my moment arrived and I went one better and piggy backed him , knees wrapped around his waist fighting to get these drumsticks out of his pocket..THEN to my absoloute horror he reached inside his pocket before i could get the sticks and pulled them out and quickly extended them.........it was a fucking stick.....he was bloody blind?!!!!!! I had just jumped a blind man in the middle of a pub in front of all the people and my new school chums who were looking at me in disgust...I stood there mouth open as I watched him and his stick make a sharp exit along with all his other mates ....just as I thought it couldn't get any worse some lout shouted " at least he never fucking saw ya?!" I cried and cried and cried on that spot for ages...I was devastated!!! I phoned marc unable to breathe and all he said was... " did you do shots?" of course i said no... I carried on that night as i had cried so much that i needed more drink to get over it...but all through the night people pointed and laughed, i was famous for all the wrong fucking reasons...The mums didn't invite me out again for some reason but I did remain very good friends with sharon and me and her have had some great nights out since...but none like that night in Hemel Hempstead.. (love you Sharon Clarke) x