The thick-necked man I knocked over pushes me off of him and stands up. Most of the partygoers are looking at me and laughing drunkenly, but a few stare at the bathroom with vaguely puzzled looks on their faces.

I climb to my feet and apologize, tell them I tripped or something, and retreat to my bedroom.
It's late, but sleep is an impossibility. After a while, I venture out to the kitchen and start chugging down cheap beer, hoping to pass out.

A few hours later, I have to piss.

end