Well this one didn't happen to me, but I got to play witness to a series of outrageous drunken events that my roommate had when first starting to drink.
Back when I was in college, I worked at the local frat bar when I was 18 so I had a place that I could go for a drink. My roommate (who I had known since 7th grade) had never drank before his 19th birthday. Since we were in the Metro-Detroit area, when someone turns 19, you go across the border to Windsor for a celebration and can go to a bar legally.
Mind you, this is before 9/11, so the borders were a little more relaxed than they are today.
So by roomie and his girlfriend go to Windsor one weekend while I'm working and when they come back, tell me that I have to go next week. No problem. The following Saturday, I make dinner (spaghetti - gotta have some carbs as a base for the booze), and we all pile into my buddy's 1989 Cadillac Coup de Ville and trek across the border. This weekend, there are six of us, and we end up at the Hofbrauhaus for some drinks.
They're all shooting Jager and Goldschlager and whatever else they can get their hands on. I've been to bars before, I know what I like and what I don't like. I order a Hacker Pschorr and enjoy my 1L beer for the same price as each of their shots.
Somehow I knew this would turn ugly, so I am taking it easy, and even though we have a DD, I am making sure we don't end up in Canadian jail. At one point, my roommate disappears for a while, but eventually returns. This bar was small, so he had to have taken a walk outside. Near closing time, we head out to our car, which is parked three blocks away at the casino. My roommate is blind drunk, and starting to act a little like an animal. The Hofbrauhaus is on the corner, and when we walk out, he sees a car parked in the opposite intersection. He bolts at it, takes a flying leap and lands on the hood (impressive to watch, actually) and begins to pound on this guys windshield. After a moment of shock, I run over and haul him off of the car before he can do serious damage. He's gone feral by now. I yell to the DD to run and get the car so we can stuff him in and get home.
I now had to play the waiting game with this angry bear and drunk people walking down the street. I literally have my arms wrapped around his waist, trying to keep him from lunging at passersby. One such lunge drags us both off our feet, and he proceeds to drag himself toward a couple, giving me some road rash on my arm that is pinned underneath him.
About this time, two bicycle cops arrive and begin to harass us. Apparently when he took a walk earlier, the cops stopped him and carded him. They're trying to antagonize him into throwing a punch while I am attempting to placate him.
When pressure is rising to a head, and I am not going to be able to hold him back any longer, his girlfriend and the DD miraculously show up with his car and we cram him in and motor back to the US.
Thank God we didn't all get tossed, but this story isn't quite over. When we got back to our parking garage, my roommate didn't have his parking pass, so I had to run and get mine from my car to swipe him into the structure. When I got back, the car was running in Park, all four doors were open, and the car was empty. I freaked out mildly and get the car parked. Upon further searching, I found a trail of spaghetti leading to the science building, around the corner, and up a hill. Apparently one lost his dinner, followed by another, followed by another.
This all culminates with finding the drunken group trying to convince my roommate to not throw himself in the river. Finally, we coerce him to go to bed.
The rest of the night, the DD and I kept vigil over him to make sure he didn't choke on his own vomit. He was breathing really heavy and sounded like he was dying, but he pulled through. I think he learned his lesson. He started drinking beer, and more moderately, after that.
