Shame on my name

I'm promising myself no regrets as I lie in bed with a monstrous hangover - was embarrasingly drunk (and then embarrasingly throwing up in gutters all the way home from the bowling alley) and now I'm just wretched with embarrassment in general. Was going on a work do, thought it would be a good idea to have some quiet drinks at home, forgot to have any thing to eat, drank too much red wine/white wine/sake and ended up legless before I even got to the bowling alley and then was far too drunk to make aforementioned move (although I did decide it would be a good idea to sit next to him and basically slump in my seat drunkenly) and had to be walked home by my lovely workmate Mikey, at about nine o'clock. At 3am I woke up with my dressing gown draped over me, fully clothed, with a basin and a jug of water beside me.... Shame on my name. And now, catharsis complete, I officially write off any chance of scoring workplace crush. Need to sleep.