Blackouts mean a four drink maximum

Oh me oh my.

Last weekend we went on a drunken spree to end all drunken sprees.
The night started out innocent enough with us having a couple of friends over. I had one beer and then I decided to move onto vodka. I figured that beer had been making me tired lately, so a little hard alcohol couldn't hurt.
Needless to say for me, I can't always tell when I have had enough. I think I was pretty blasted before we even went out to the club.
So we left to go out dancing. I don't remember our walk over to St. Laurent. I remember a few glimpses of St. Laurent, but nothing that makes any sense.
We spent a little time trying to figure out where to go, and then we went to this new club because they were letting us in for free (but later I realized it was only if you had one of those stupid cards they hand out on the street, which I didn't have... luckily a firend paid for me to get in as my dear husband had already gone in ahead of me.)
Oh, was I drunk.
Okay, so we are at the club... someone is ordering me a drink and I'm just sort of hanging out. Then this guy comes up to me and starts talking to me. At this point, I am so drunk that all I am doing is smiling at people. Whenever I get really drunk, I lose my ability to talk for a little while. It usually comes back later in the night, in the form of yelling.
But this guy is chatting me up, I'm sure thinking that he has a great shot at getting me in bed because I haven't told him to get lost.
I just keep smiling, and he keeps talking.
My friend comes back and tries to get the guy to leave, but he doesn't. My husband and our other guy friend come up to us, and finally the guy leaves. Not like he was being annoying, but I guess because I'm married I'm not supposed to talk to guys...
After that, we danced a bit, and drank a lot more. I don't really remember much more from the club except they girl bartenders got on the bar and danced. I can remember thinking that they were good dancers, but had bad clothes on. Ill-fitting.
I got the rest of the story from my friend the next day, because me and my husband woke up the next day sick as dogs and unable to recall a lot of stuff.
Apparently we had all decided to leave the club and go get something to eat. But then all of a sudden, my husband and I just wandered off, without saying a word. Me in the wrong direction (but absolutely sure I was RIGHT) and my husband trying to get me to follow him. We were making a scene, yelling. This part I remember because it is so scary.
I couldn't stand or walk anymore, I can actually remember everything tilting and spinning and me sort of just folding over onto the ground - right in the middle of the street.
My husband then tried to get me up and was pulling on me. Some guys came up to us and I guess they thought my husband was hurting me because they started yelling at him and trying to punch him.
By this time, I was able to stand and was screaming at these guys to stop. One guy got a punch on my husband and I freaked out, begging them to stop because he was my husband. Finally they listened and left us.
So, we started walking home, my husband in a crazed drunken state and me crying and sobbing
(doesn't alcohol bring out the best in me).

Next thing we knew it was morning and once again I had given myself alcohol poisoning. It was twelve hours of puking and two days of recovery.
This is why I now have a four drink maximum. This is my limit.

I still don't know what happened when we got home. One of our neighbours said they heard my husband yelling, but that's about it.
All I know is that I had one perfectly rolled joint in my pocket, and I can't remember if I smoked it. I don't know where it went but it wasn't in my pocket when I woke up.