The year was 1995. We were at my wealthy boss’s staff Christmas party at his private home. There was an unlimited, extensive bar. There was also some pot upstairs. Let’s just say I over indulged that evening. So much so that I could no longer speak and we had to leave. Upon leaving, I spewed, everywhere, around his porch. I had to work the next day. That was okay, but I was hoping like hell no one saw me spew or mentioned that someone had.