Hangover

I'm suffering from a terrible hangover. And what's more, I'm suffering from a terrible moral hangover. Shit.
Yesterday I got rather drunk in Prague with my cousin. After several glasses of wine two men in their 40s joined us (at least one of them apparently knew my cousin). They ordered a bottle of wine (and later another bottle, or maybe still another - the only detail I'm not sure about). And they wanted "something". I kissed both of them. Then my "moral me" woke up and from that time on there was nothing more. My cousin was more "crazy" than me... But that is another story.
Now I'm sick. But maybe more because of alcohol than my immoral act... Hmmm, immoral. Don't know.
As I was still a bit drunk when I arrived home, I said everything to my boyfriend. And to my enormous surprise, there was no argument, no shouting, no slap, no break up. I sometimes really don't understand him.
But he said he'd take his revenge on me when he's forty. That he will also go to a pub and kiss two twenties. Hmmm...