21st birthday. 20 years ago. I was at the 7th bar of the crawl, 18th shot of the evening - Prairie Fire. Down it went and then it decided to play "last one out is a rotten egg"....... I grabbed 2 of the large, empty, glass beer pitchers that were on the table and vomited long and hard, filling each of them with steaming hurl. The bartender didn't miss a beat. He walked up, grabbed the 2 pitcher of chunder from my hands and says, "Two More?" and brought back two [different] pitcher of fresh tapped beer for me to use to wash my mouth out and continue on the traditional, stupid, quest for 21 shots on your 21st b'day.
That, was the nicest thing anyone's done for me while drunk.
To those other phucks who chained me by my boxers to a street lamp, or, wrote "insert here" above my ass-crack in permanent marker whilst I was comatose, or left me in the drunk tank and wouldn't pay my bail even though the band cleared $400 at the door that night, or any of the other pranks that were played on me whilst I was over-served...... well-done gentlemen, well done.
fuck em man, it ain't easy walkin the righteous path.