Another drunken ride home was this past summer. I was coming home from a "martini night" at a buddy's place who lives just on the other side of this park. When I first got on my bike near his apartment I had a hard time keeping it on the sidewalk. Within about 100 feet I got my stuff together enough to ride pretty straight. When I hit the park I thought to myself, "it's dark, I'm drunk, this sucks, I want to go to bed", so I went faster. Well... my stomach didn't appreciate the extra effort and the martinis came up. I didn't bother to stop to yack, I just leaned my head to the left and gave it a good over the arm hurl... twice. After a bit I came to a bridge over the river. It was a calm summer night, so I stopped to listen to the river and look at the stars when I noticed my arm was cold. I looked down and saw that I didn't completely clear my arm. I shrugged, gave it a quick squirt with my water bottle, and went home.

I've been pretty lucky riding drunk. So far no major spills or run ins with police. I think I ride better than I walk when I'm drunk, and others have told me the same.