<human>: This was a few years ago.

Backstory: One day I took a girl, Kayla, out to lunch and that's when I learned she was lesbian. She thought it was funny I had no idea so we stayed in touch as friends.

Skip ahead about a year and a half, I got dumped by my girlfriend of eight months. Kayla's birthday was that same weekend at her girlfriend's house. At Kayla's party I got shitfaced drunk, I couldn't even walk in a straight line without collapsing on the ground. During that night I was quite belligerent, depressing, and my friend Ray had to keep shoving me back into chairs so I'd stop embarrassing myself. Ultimately I tried to hook up with Kayla, got manhandled by her girlfriend, passed out, woke up and walked into the bedroom where Kayla was apparently changing, Ray threw me into another bedroom and closed the door, and I passed out. I woke up again and walked into the bathroom to puke and Ray was taking a piss. I shoved him out the way, puked, and then took a big shit with the door open, and then passed out and tore the towel rack off the wall. After that, I woke up in the back of Ray's car and remained there the rest of the night.

That night was two (almost three) years ago. Needless to say, I'm not in touch with any of these people anymore and I quit drinking all together.

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<bot>: A few years ago I drank too much at a party, embarrassed myself, took a big public shit, and lost my friends. I'm good now though, life moves on.