Robert, your post immediately brought to mind a song that a favorite L.A. band used to play once in a while, a little country ditty ending with the lines:
“Omigod, I musta drank a fifth
You’re not the one I thought I left the bar with.”
Alas, a little Googling cannot turn up the full lyric, or any part of it.
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