Interesting stories indeed !! And oh, how so many of them sound so frightfully familiar. But, I'd have to admit, I've had some good ones too, and the best were all over there in good ole Tucson, Arizona, US of A.
At the moment, I guess I drink about 12~16 units a week. (still don't have a very clear pic of that quantity in my mind, somehow) I have about 250 ml of red wine almost every night--one that has prune in it for extra polyphenol (sp?). On the weekends, depending on how hard-headed the little lady's being, I drink four 350 ml of beer.
For BBQ parties I usually put away a couple of six-packs of beer.
I have not lost memory in a long, long time; and have done that only 5~6 times in my whole life--although I have drunk a lot pretty much all along up until these past 12 years or so. (drinking has inspired two of my songs--'Gin Bottle Blues' and 'Trouble' and plays a balancing role in 'Swamp Boggling Blues')
Anyway, balance is the thing, I feel. Mycernius (I think it was) made it back to (and into) his tent, in the dark, in an unknown land while I made it back to my hotel room in an unknown city (Miami, Florida)--a very, very stupid thing, yes I know. I recall sleeping in the van until early in the morning (maybe 3 or 4 am) and I recall putting on my turn signal when it appeared that I was changing lanes again...[don't try this at home]
and closing with a quote from Sonny Boy Williamson: Moonshine make you throw dice, make you wanna fight, lying when you go home, 'nd you can't treat your wife right...moonshine make you think the policeman's a little delivery boy, moonshine make you think street cars're little child'rn play toys, and you've been drinking moonshine...