When I got back from Boston I went to my parents'/their company Xmas party. Good times all around, did the "so what are you doing now" thing, and left before it got wild.
Fast forward 3 hours, I'd been drinking with a couple friends and wanted to steal some leftover booze from the party, so my buddies and I swing past the folk's house. Walk in through the garage and see them and 3 couples pounding shots of tequila in various states of semi-consciousness in the living room. Say a quick hello, snag a bottle of bourbon, and head out on my way.
Fas forward to the next morning. Call from Mom nice and early
"Hey when you came back last night, was Ed(friend) with us?"
"Yeah..."
"Because Deb (Ed's wife) has no idea where he is"
"Well he can't have gone far, they live down the street"
"Well, he definitely did because we lost him last night and organized a search party to [drunkenly] canvas the neighborhood and couldn't find him"
Fast forward 1 hour. Text from mom "Deb found him. Apparently last night he walked home and fell asleep under his desk in the study".
The moral of the story is don't be Ed.