I think I made it through the drunk fest last night without getting into any serious trouble.
Although I just remembered something that happened that I hope doesn't come back to haunt me. About 5 or 6 teachers from my district/school were working the souvenir booth (no idea why). I came by a couple of times to talk to them. The second time I was a little more than buzzed. After a few minutes of joking around one of the female teachers introduces me to some woman working in the booth.
She tells me "This is (no idea what her name was). Her son goes to (our school)." I asked who her son was and she told me some name I've never heard before. Then I ask the mom "Is he in 7th or 8th grade?" (I only teach 8th graders).
The mom says "7th grade"
I replied "Ah, F___ that S____".
I really hope I don't get her kid next year.