My best post-breakup meltdown happened about this time last year. This, from what I remember, is the sequence of events: 1) breakup (wasn't really working, we just got stoned a lot together), 2) chick invites me to her huge birthday party a week later, 3) chick ignores me for duration of evening, 4) I get into the Grey Goose, which I had brought as a gift but said fuck it, 5) I start hitting on chick's best friend, 6) words are exchanged between ex and myself, 7) I am thrown out for being "too drunk" and "causing a scene." I don't really remember what I said to her, but I believe it was something vitriolic followed by a desperate appeal for sex. Which happens to be my M.O. with most chicks I meet.