From last week …
Funny coincidence …
Just last night I was enjoying Happy Hour at a rather swanky place. Whole lotta the comfy genteel set, Bentleys, plural, at the valet station, etc.
Along about 7pm I’m done eating & drinking, HH is ending, and the restaurant is filling up and getting loud. Time for me to hit the bathroom then toddle home.
Somebody had barfed into the sit-down toilet but a large percentage had missed the bowl and was slathered all over the fixture and the floor and …
Sooo classy.
I came out, found Josh the manager (I’m a semi-regular) and told him he had quite the mess in his men’s room. He furrowed his brow in the most genteel way. Some poor schlub from back-of-house had an unpleasant job for the next 20 minutes.
So there you have it. You can be a barfing level drunk at 7pm if you have a nice enough car. And start early enough in the afternoon. 
To tie this back to JtC, I bet whoever did that went back to their table too.