I never went to a rave I couldn't walk to and home afterwards - it was part of the ritual. Luckily there was fairly good entertainment a couple of miles down the road.
I drove just the once - 10 years or so ago when someone (a dodgy woman I was briefly mates with) had me drive us out in the country for the day and then decided we would come home early ...
It was hideous. Driving for me is a very serious business.
Mind you, the one time I found myself driving too soon after a pint was a hundred times worse.
I knew a bloke at uni who used to drive all the way home from Durham to Southend in a little 750cc Fiat Panda. It can't have been fun on the motorway at the best of times, which is maybe why he used to smoke his trademark huge joints as he drove, rolling them on his lap whilst steering with his knee. And then one time a lorry went thundering past as he was doing do and blew him straight onto the hard shoulder. He was quite proud of the fact that he managed to get the car under control and back onto the carriageway without dropping his joint, but he did buy a Volvo shortly afterwards...
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