I didn't drink for 3 months on my last adventure. I had lost 40 pounds, only eaten a sammich in the last 8 hours and I tackled a 5th shot wise, but of 3 different types of achohol.
I woke up in a room where a guy keeps his collectiables. That freaked me out, thje thought of someone able to have a room dedicated to toys at the age of 28.
Oh, and I smashed my head on a concrete floor and 5 minutes after that I was driving a space ship. My throat still clenches up tight if I try to take a shot of tame whiskey.