hmmm .. hard question..so many drunks so little space..
Probably once in the "free love" days of the late 70's ..my pal Bobby and I decided to hit every bar on 1st ave from 60th to 79th street for at least 2 rounds. We made it as far as 71st to the Recovery room (so named cuz it was in the shadow of NY Hospital). I remember, barely, Bobby's friend from Sweden was the bartender and he was pouring heavy handed sidecars & Bloody Marys. I remember going with the 2 of them back to his apartment. I remember having 1 brown dick in one hand and 1 pink one in the other and not knowing which holly pop to grab first. The very next thing i remember is waking up from either the sun streaming into the room or the snore from behind me. I remember opening an eye, and seeing bobby but then hearing that snore again behind me, gingerly peeping over my shoulder and seeing "someone" and then looking at the bottom of the bed and seeing "someone" else. OYE. Looking at my watch and seeing it was 10am and i was due at work at 8am. Ran to the street and called my boss who promptly chastized me. I said..well that's what happens when you are young single and living in NYC.
I'm sure i had a GREAT time.. i just wish i could remember. And my friend Bobby who i'd left naked in the same bed with 2 strangers, would never tell me exactly what happened except that i had a great time. YEAH likely story!!
hmmm then there was the time in Atlanta...walking home with only my shirt on...
Oh wait.. maybe that New Years Eve in Miami at the Orange Bowl parade..
NO NO NO.. wait.. G's retirement party from the Navy..
See when your old you can have MANY drunken stories!!
I see

when i'm tipsy.