Thank God I'm an amiable drunk.
If I were the miserable sort, last night could have been a tragedy. Instead, it was a farce.
As an amiable drunk, you can:

laugh when you can't find your wallet in McDonalds.

laugh still more when you realise that your wallet has, in fact, been stolen.

laugh uncontrollably when you realise you have all of 5p on you, no cards, no travelcard, and no way of getting home.

contemplate walking. To Kilburn.

phone your bestest friend in the whole world and persuade him to jump in a cab and come all the way from Wapping to Comptons Cafe to bring you some money.

Thank God I'm an amiable drunk.
And thank God I have lovely friends. Thanks Ian, I owe you!