Curiosity Inc. wrote:
Well, okay then.
At the time, I was midway through an ecoinformatics internship at the HJ Andrews Experimental Forest. When I say "experimental forest," I literally mean that it's a forest set aside for experimental purposes. This particular one was about halfway between Bend and Corvallis, so it was Middle-of-Nowhere, Oregon.
There were a dozen other interns with me, and all of them were experienced drinkers. Even the underage ones. And we were celebrating a 21st birthday in a cabin roughly an hour's drive from the nearest city. No cops, no teachers, and no neighbors to annoy, just me and a dozen friends with all the alcohol we could drink.
Yeah. That was a wild night.
I hate to 1up you here, but I've got a crazy drinking story myself.
Sometime in April 2010, all my friends and I hung out over the Easter break. This time, however, we hung out in my neighborhood, which generally due to its boring and shitty self, never happens. So, we bought two 24 packs of Budweiser (this is a group of about 6), and headed to the nearby baseball field. Night starts off great, playing this card game called waterfall. Later into the evening (as we continue to play), this one jackass from my neighborhood, known as "Reefer Joe" due to his frequent hotboxing, starts coming down to the field every few minutes. Obviously, the more drunk we got, the louder we got, so he continually comes on and off. Eventually I suggest we start walking around the neighborhood (while still drinking). So in this time, I defecate on the side of the road, we continually break bottles (while I attempted to make the perfect bottle shiv), and settle down by the basketball court. Now I, being Irish, can sometimes take a while to get really drunk. I mean, really
drunk. By now the Budweiser is gone, and one or more of us is running around naked, while I try to prove how hard I can punch the stop sign (and not break a knuckle). At some point, a random guy pulls into his house. Some twenty minutes or so after that, still punching stop signs and running around naked, and shouting at the top of our throats, the cops pull up. Me, being the goof that I am, immediately run into the car, and everyone else follows. The cops obviously pull up and ask that we get out of the car. We do so, and the cops start questioning what was going on. I'm still not sure how, but my friend Josh and I managed to convince them that all we did was goof around for no reason, nothing to make them suspect alcohol was involved. They bought it, and my friends all crashed at my place for the night. Sadly, no other night as been that great since then.