My answer would be about the same as KevanGuy's... one an hour, although I never drive to the bar ever. House parties, BBQs, etc. are the evenings you will see me take a cab home, or my wife and I duke it out over who's turn it is to drive. We usually do rock, paper, scissors to decide such things these days. When I lose, I make sure I don't go over the one an hour pace, and don't drink for two hours before getting behind the wheel. We are nearly always that last to leave, my wife never shuts up.
There were times when I was much, much younger, and dumber, however, that make me wonder how I and some of my friends ever made it home alive. Very dumb luck that I am by no means proud of.
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