Sometimes I'm Not Who I Think I Am

I'm not a very charismatic guy. I'm a nerd that may say funny things at times, but it's also not uncommon for me to say awkward/weird/rude thing. I never know what to say around new people, which often leads to a lot of awkward moments and me probably seeming like a creep. Thankfully, I know this, so most the time when I meet someone for the first time, I know to talk as little as possible, at least when it comes to informal social situations. However, there are some times I forget that I'm not a very charming guy (these times usually involve consumption of large amounts of alcohol) and I precede to make an ass of myself. Sometimes and internal alarm goes off and says "Paul, you're being an idiot again", but once the ball has already started rolling, there's almost no way of stopping it.
Last Thursday night was yet another episode of all this.
First, let me say I saw the band Ra Ra Riot and the show itself was awesome. The only other time I can recall ever seeing a band put so much energy into their show was when I saw The Faint like five years ago in Atlanta. Of course, most people I know haven't heard of either of these bands, so all I can say is if you have a chance to see them, take it.
Anyways, it was after the show that things went downhill. I went to a bar with some people from the show and I ended up talking to some girl named Ingrid. Somewhere in the conversation, as my fuzzy memory recalls it, she said I was creepy and walked off. So I decided to forget about her and just wandered around the bar. Before long the group I walked over with left and I was standing there wondering what to do (like should I leave or see if I can't meet anyone new). Then Ingrid walks over and starts talking to me, which I thought odd being she called me creepy. After a couple minutes, she asks if I remember her name. I didn't (like I said, I told myself to forget about her, which I'm somehow able to do when drinking). I don't know why, but she didn't seem to like that. And of course she left. I think I tried coming up with some sort of excuse as to why I couldn't remember her name (like I'd been introduced to a couple dozen people that night; how was I to remember them all), but it didn't really matter.
The night had a couple more dumb interactions and then I left. But, because I was feeling so drunk and wise, I decided to save myself some money on a cab and walk home. It turned out to be a seven mile walk. Throw in the natural hilliness of Anchorage, my inability to walk in a very straight line, and the fact that no paved surfaces in this town are without their bumps and pot holes, and that walk ended up being very painful. Oh well, at least this time I didn't bring a DD that ditched me.
Anyways, moral of the story - I should quit drinking. At least in public.