That doesn't sound like a bad night at all. You just have to man up.
My worst night was getting smashed on way into the city then ending up 'falling sleep' in the toilets of a nightclub, only to be awoken by a pot glass flying over the door of the stall and hitting me in the head. At which point i stumbled out of the bathroom and made my way down the stairs, running into a wall each time it turned a corner. As soon as I got out the front i jumped in the first taxi I saw, which was conviently sitting right out front. Then on the way home I had to open the door a few times when we stopped at traffic lights to munt. Next day was Easter with the extended family which was death.
I had friends at the club with me, but I was that far gone I didn't think about them when I bailed.
But did I give up? Hell no, just had to be more carefull with the amount of spirits I thow down my throat. Actually, that mentality only lasted for about a week.