I actually think I owe zooks beer for the NCAA thing.
I got blackout drunk on Sunday afternoon for no reason at all. We went to a local pub after church for Irish breakfast at about 11:30. An older couple and their son who are close friends of my family were there toasting their daughter's birthday, who had passed from cancer 4 years ago. After breakfast, my son was hitting nap-time so my wife left with him and I bellied up to the bar. I told her I might watch the Packers there, I might not. She said "No problem, have fun." Well toasting to Melissa turned into one of those "Let's have another drink for Melissa!!"
She called the bar around 7:30 and they said I had left about a half hour prior (probably a 10 minute walk). She found me trying to get my key in the hole, not a euphemism, but the door was unlocked. Then I apparently passed out on the ####ter for a half hour, woke up and tried to do the dishes "because it's ####### dirty in here". There was only a plate, a glass and some utensils on the counter, yet I managed to break the glass and put the dirty dishes in with the clean ones she had just done. I passed out again until 10:30, trying to get my shoes off and then tried for some hibbity dibbity. That led to an argument about how I "never get to have fun anymore" that I'm pretty sure I lost. She just started speaking to me again.