All Hallows' Eve (sometime in the early 90s)

It was a Halloween night in SF and I was at a party of a friend's friend. We were near Divisadero a few blocks from Fell Street. I was with one group of friends but I wasn't content. My mind was on getting over to The Castro to see other friends. I had already been to the corner liquor store to get me my 1/2 pint of 151 Bacardi Rum. That little pink bottle was attached to my hand all night. That bottle and my mini cam, which was the top of the line Hi-8 Sony at the time. Very mini. I was taking video of everything at the party. Nobody really knew me so it was a bit weird. But I was getting seriously sauced. But I was restless to get to The Castro. So I left the party and pointed myself towards the liquor store for one last little bottle. I remember standing at the counter and asking for a bottle of 151 and the good man sliding it to me. I took it and left but I can't remember what happened next. I blacked out. I came to, at least a few hours later, and I was sitting on the street, near Castro, and I was puking and hurling like a pro. Or an amateur. Some kind gays were asking me if I was alright. I was OK. But not in a deep sense. I never did find my friends. I just got a cab and went home. So smashed. The next day I wanted to review my video. Maybe it could fill in some blanks. But the camera was broken. It never worked again. I did have a few fleeting memories of walking down Divisadero yelling. I was stomping through on the median. Shouting like a crazy person. I think that I thought if I acted crazy any unsavory sorts would keep clear of me. I did make it about ten blocks through some sketch spots on Divis to the safe haven of a Castro neighborhood gutter. So... I guess it worked. That was one of the two worst black-outs I had ever had.