Can you think straight while pissed?

I can't think straight when pissed. On Monday night I went out with the guy who lives in the flat next door to me. We originally went to town to take care of some business. And then we decided to have a couple of pints at Vogue on Bradshawgate in the town centre. But then that couple turned into a dozen; and that dozen turned into two dozen. And then a couple of young teenage lesbians walked in and we had shots with them. I can't remember leaving the pub but I do remember having spicy chicken drumsticks and fries in a fast food restaurant further along Bradshawgate at about midnight. I then remember us walking - or stumbling, to be more precise - all the way home. When we were nearly home we passed a leafy park called Heywood Park. We walked passed the entrance to it (below).


Is there a monster with glowing red eyes in this park?


I then remember pointing up to the dark branches near the top of a tree that was overhanging the perimeter metal fence of the park and saying something like: "Stuart, can you see that monster up there on that branch?" I remember him looking but I can't remember what he said. I think he said that he couldn't see it. I then said something like: "It's there! It's right there sitting on that branch! It's got glowing red eyes!" I then ran behind a nearby telephone box. I knew that I may have been embarassing myself in front of anybody who was passing by or looking through their window but I didn't care. Eventually we reached home. My mate went into his flat and I went into mine. It was about 1am but I couldn't be bothered going to bed. So I made a brew and set down and watched a Paul Merton documentary about the birth of cinema at the beginning of the 21st Century. Since then I've been wondering whether there really was a monster with glowing red eyes in that tree or I was just drunkenly imagining it.