Maybe I had a time than some at 18, but sobering up on the way home wasn't one of the options. Far too dumb for that.
I always figured extra inebriated was the only way to deal with that kinda trouble... Seems like my first clue that the shtuff had really hit the fan was the ol man looming over me and fear for my life. While I tried to remember just exactly how bad I had effed things up the night before.... lol