I'm a surprisingly mellow drunk - I get the giggle fits and nothing bothers me. No matter how much I drink, I wake up bright and early the next morning feeling refreshed and well-rested (although occassionally very dirty and missing random personal items). Blessing of the Irish, I guess.

Chunking the bike into a tree is a whole heckuva lot better than letting loose on some innocent bystander. I was just venting in a manner that wouldn't hurt anyone else. Afterwards, I felt a few pangs of remorse -- but it's not like I strangled a hooker.