Somewhere in between carrying my heels from the club and falling in a trash can and the kind of drunk where a particularly hard laugh turns into deep heaving sobbing.

"I don't care if he doesn't answer or return my calls, he's so unemotional, easy to replace. Hahaha, ain't that right Becky! 😹" 30 seconds later.... "But I just don't understand why he won't at least call me back, sniff sniff. We've been through a lot, sniff sniff 😿" *grabs bottle out of Beckys hand, chugs it, stumbles out of club, falls in trash can, keeps eyes peeled for potential Olympic swimmers patrolling back alley trash cans

That's happened more than once😢