Here's a much happier memory. My band originally had our show planned at Hells Kitchen in Tacoma, we promoted the crap out of it, but unfortunately, our show got canceled because the venue suddenly closed down.
We got it rebooked at Studio 7 in Seattle and pushed it and promoted and worked our asses off, and our hard work finally paid off because we had an excellent turnout that night.
We went on and had an excellent performance, it had been the biggest crowd I've play in front of in my life. I remember the stage lights blaring down on me, and the crowd up on the balcony looked like silhouettes. I can still hear the roar of the crowds to this day and it still makes the hair on my arm stand on end.
One morning, I woke up after a night of drinking with not only one of the worst hangovers I've ever gotten, but I noticed my fists were sore and I had a fat lip. I got into a fist fight and I had no recollection of it at all.
I REEEALLY cut back on drinking after that night, because I was afraid I may have started a fight with someone and didn't remember it.
though a few months later, the guy that fought me that night came up and apologized to me for starting the fight against me, and said he felt really bad, which was a major relief for me.
It's funny looking back on it now, but I remember it really bothered me right after it happened!