I don't often drink, but when I do I'm a loner. I prefer to drink alone than in the presence of company, because a drunk tongue speaks a sober mind. 
And there are plenty of things about myself I prefer to stay buried very, very deep. 

This time, though, my fiance was with me. Pretty sure he got at least a little taste of what goes on in my head, and it wasn't pretty. 
Neither was the hangover. 
Needless to say I never blacked out, and instead remember the majority of what I actually said to him, although bits and pieces are missing. Turns out I can handle a little over half a bottle of Jack Daniel's before I start to not be able to stand and can't hold my tongue or filter my words.