I’ve been rip-ass drunk before, but I’ve never been so drunk as to pull a move like this: http://abcnews.go.com/sections/world/DailyNews/moscow001122.html
Having flown from the Frankfurt Airport manny times it seems like quite a feat…there are checkpoints and guards everywhere! Dang, I wonder if they are going to tighten up security even more, since you aren’t even supposed to be able to get into the int’l flight areas without a ticket & passport.
Heh, and once I did get on the wrong flight, sober. Lucky, it was going to where I needed to be, but I was highly pissed that my luggage wasn’t there yet. I went to the baggage people to complain, they checked my tickets and said “Well miss, no wonder your bags aren’t here, because your flight hasn’t landed yet.” Very surreal moment. 
Heh!
That’s gotta be more drunk than I ever have been. Then again, they were able to get on a bus, board a plane, walk out of it again… there have been times when I would NOT have been able to do so 
They did have the presence of mind to notice it was cold when they got to Moscow. Well done, lads.
I’m more curious about that conference they attended.
I’d actually look forward to a conference like that. Every conference I’ve ever gone to has been mind-numbingly boring. That sounds fun.
Three, maybe four, beers.
I was once so drunk, I woke up about 50 miles from home in the parking lot of a ski area, before the season opened.
I held a 21st birthday party for a friend when he couldn’t find a venue. But by the end, things had gotten out of hand. Furniture had been broken, and a hole had been punched in my living room ceiling. And to top it off, the birthday boy’s girlfriend freaked out when he passed out drunk and she though he was having an asthma attack. I sprinted to his parents’ house around the corner, woke them up, and told them what was happening. When we got there, he was fine.
To calm myself afterwards, I went for a drive. Quite stupidly, apparently, because I don’t remember to this day doing this. I ended up 50 miles from home in the parking lot of a ski area, before the season opened (mid-October).
I woke up as dawn was breaking and I was freezing cold. I realized that I was sleeping in my car, so I reached up and started the ignition to warm things up. I couldn’t see out because the windows were completely fogged up. I barely made out the shape of the mountain that I was next to. Finally, the windows cleared and I saw where I was. Freaked the hell out of me! The journey to this area is through a winding canyon before the road gets to the bottom of the mountain. I don’t remember one thing about driving up there. This still gives me the shivers that I didn’t end up in a ball of metal at the bottom of the canyon.
The above post is the reason why I live in Indiana.
I have a friend who occasionally over imbibes. (The occasions being: sunrise, weekdays, autumn, etc.) Anyway, we were headed up north one weekend, and he was stewed when I picked him up. He promptly passed out when we got on the road.
I had been driving for a while and spied a Dairy Queen. A Snickers Blizzard sounded good, so I pulled over. The parking lot was full so I parked alongside the highway–not noticing the road sign a little ways in front of the car.
I was waiting in line when my buddy woke up. The first thing he saw was the road sign. He dashes out of the car and comes up to me and says, “Where the hell are we?” I told him we were in (some little Minnesota town–I forget which). Then he asks what the deal was with the road sign.
It said: Wyoming - 36 miles.
Yes, there is a Wyoming, Minnesota.
I stopped drinking in airports after one time a few years ago when I was headed home from a business trip and my plane was delayed. One of those things where it was sunny in Cincy, but apparently raining in Chi. So I decided to hit the bar. Well, this turned into one of those disastrous days, where flights were delayed, then cancelled. About 5 hours later I was wandering around the airport trying to figure some way to get home. I don’t remember much other than very clearly wanting my mommy.
I met some friends one evening and I over celebrated just a little… I woke up 45 miles away from where I started in a city I wouldn’t go to if I was paid in a bed with a woman I had never met. My friend was still there and assured me that I was a complete gentleman and had just passed out. The woman in the bed wasn’t into guys so I figured I was okay.
A friend of mine was partying hard in Mexico and afterwards hopped onto his Harley to go home. He woke up the next morning and found himself lying in the ditch with his prized Harley lying on it’s side next to him. He was happy to see that he hadn’t crashed but had just pulled over for a nap. He started driving and stopped at the first service station he saw and was shocked that everyone was speaking english. He asked where he was and was told that he was in Texas, 40 or so miles from the Mexican border and over 200 miles from home. He remembers nothing after the party.
Scary.
I worked with a non-drinking alcoholic once, and he told me about an incident where he woke up in Maryland (we were in Pittsburgh) and found out he was married. Not to a stranger, but not to someone he was otherwise involved with. He couldn’t tell me, because he didn’t remember, what kind of JP would marry two people who must have been visually wasted.