Definition: In this task, you are given a Reddit post as a text. Your task is to generate a title for this text. The title should start with "TIFU by", followed by a situation that caused humor. The title should contain 7-12 words, ideally.
Input: Text: long time lurker, first time poster here. like with many tifus, this in fact happened not today, but last night. 

a few months ago i joined a great company where i'm very happy and have settled into well. since september, everyone had been looking forward to the party, especially me. i went to a lot of time and effort trying to make myself look glamorous. i felt a million dollars walking in, despite not having much sleep the previous night and hardly anything to eat during the day at work. 

anyway, cutting to the chase: the venue was amazing, the food was great and most importantly, the drinks were flowing. however, certain asperger-related afflictions tend to make me quite nervy in novel settings with about 200 people chattering away whilst trying to keep up with conversations over blaring music. but not just with random people, but people i work for and with. so, what do i do? i kept reaching for the wine because i hoped that it would have settled my nerves, and make me feel very well, overall. as you can probably begin to guess, with the aforementioned factors amplifying the effect of alcohol, it all started to go downhill and very quickly. 

at first, i was really enjoying myself on the dance floor, playing some pool and chatting with my colleagues. anyhoo, i asked the colleague whom i was spending most of my night with if she would come outside with me for some fresh air. big mistake. when the cold air hit me, that's also when the booze struck as well. i saw a bunch of colleagues i work closely with and we went up to speak with them. i do not remember much from hereonin. 

apparently i started to slur a lot. i wasn't making any sense. and then, boom: i fell to the floor (thankfully grass) and began wildly throwing up the contents of my stomach. i got it on my hair and dress. then, my manager realised i needed help. a fucking ambulance was called. thankfully, it did not arrive with sirens on, and most of the people inside were nonethewiser about the shit that just went down. one super nice guy got in the ambulance with me and into a&e. we were sitting there for a long, long time. by this point, i had started to sober up and realise the shitstorm that i had just created for myself. thankfully, i did not require medical attention and after a brief examination, i was discharged. and even more thankfully, i had already booked today off work in advance. 

my manager left me a concerned voicemail in the morning and i got a message off another girl i work with, asking me to get in touch. i'm hoping that's a good indication of the kind of people i work with. i do not know how i'm going to cope on monday, but i'm hoping a big box or two of chocolates and sincere apologies will suffice in order to put this monstrous embarrassment behind me. 

tl; dr - went to christmas party with work, got so drunk that i puked my guts up and had to be taken to a&e in an ambulance. everyone was worried i might have died. in light of this, i am considering going teetotal.

TIFU colossally by having Asperger-related social anxiety and getting roaring drunk at the work Christmas 'do.