<human>: I just got back from a career conference for my industry. I went with my long term partner (on my ambulance) and a several people from other companies. We rented a cabin with a jacuzzi. It was supposed to be a fun weekend. It was miserable. The first night, I got so drunk that I blacked out. I basically passed out and puked in my bed. My partner (who was also drunk, mind you) had to clean me up and put my ass in bed. I'm 27 and don't ever drink like that. The hangover the next morning wasn't as bad as the crushing shame and embarrassment. The other 9 people staying in the cabin had all found out. They're all people working in my industry and I just gave possibly the worst first impression I could. The next night was more subdued but equally awkward when I had to fend off the sexual advances of a co-worker (I'm in a long term relationship) while hanging out in said hot tub. I'm ashamed that I let her advances get as far as they did and that, ironically, I couldn't be aroused. That last is probably a good thing but I have to work with her and my partner on a daily basis. I'll see both of them tomorrow and I'm petrified.

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<bot>: What was supposed to be an awesome two night vacation turned into one of the most embarrassing and shameful experiences of my life. And I probably fucking deserved it.