It wasn't so much when I was drunk, it was more what happened the next day.
Back in 1991 or 1992 I was following the Grateful Dead pretty hard and was on tour seeing the shows. Between the colorado shows in Denver and the New Year's Eve Run in Oakland California I went up to Whitefish, Montana to hang out for Christmas with some friends. Now Christmas Eve we drove down to Missoula to catch the plane the next morning to Oakland.
We got down in Missoula to find absolutely no bars and no restaurants open on christmas eve, only thing open was some strip club. So my friends (two guys) convinced me to go, I said I would as long as they bought the drinks. I mean here it was Little Baby Jesus's birthday and I'm heading to a strip club. Anyway, my guy friends ply me full of drinks, and we some dinner, and I'm watching some of the WORST strippers in the history of strippers. After we get dinner we left and headed back to my friends place.
I'm pretty loaded by then. I've been kind of messing around with one of the guys, Steve, for a few weeks at this point. Our other friend goes up to bed so Steve and I get frisky. Now when I get drunk, I start to think I'm sort of like Linda Lovelace and got a little too enthusiastic on what I'm doing for him. Next thing I know I'm starting to vomit, some of which lands on him, but I run to the bathroom and manage to get out most of my dinner and drinks from that evening. (Ok, yet another sin on Christmas Eve) and then I go back and pass out.
The next morning we get our gear together and the three of us head out early to the airport. We get in line and check in our luggage, then got in line for the plane. I keep thinkng "Damn, I smell vomit". I start checking around and don't see anything, but once I get on the plane and take my coat off, I noticed that I had puked all over the back of my coat in my rush to the bathroom the night before. So everyone behind me in the lines had surely seen the mess, including the bit of salad and chicken fried steak I had for dinner.
I've never been back to Montana since (or to a strip club either).