I don't anymore since a going to the loo trip was more like a "trip" I think the spirits all kicked in on the walk to the bog and the walls were going in and out, there was spinning of the cubicle etc etc. I think I was in the cubicle for a couple weeks. Dreadful, I have only repeated it once when Mr Sense asked to see me drunk on our honeymoon, I get a bit hot when I have had a few, so I spent the rest of the night rolling around to a new cold bit of the ceramic floors in the house. I use to be tee-total (the early child rearing years), but it un-nerves people. So now I just say I am alcohol intolerant which others find much more acceptable. I do love a couple of glasses of a really great wine, and enjoy touring vineyards to find something new and tasty.
Dilf, did she rub your nose in it? lol. We have a male friend who is not allowed to sleep over if there is a wardrobe in the room - nuff said!