The really bad part, Deejay, would be when you sobered up and had to figure out what to do with the bus parked in your driveway. Somebody I know (no, it wasn't me) once woke up feeling thoroughly fragile, went out into the yard, and found an entire traffic barrier, complete with flashing lights, all set up and working. Boy, was he embarrassed when his father made him take it straight back and set it up again, in broad daylight.
