In rural Ireland if a fella couldn't get his keys into the car or tractor like on the first go he used never drive home, he'd walk it, bum a lift with the fella less drunk than him or fall asleep on the bonnet or back seat
Can't even have a pint now and drive, world's gone mad
I've just drove home myself after a round of golf, had 2 pints as well although alas no dolly bird with fake tits in the bar to bring home, so fuck ye all
You probably sweated it all out, to be honest. No way over the limit.