Story time...
Back in the early 2000's on my first tour, my ship pulled into Naval Station Virginia for parts, fuel, supplies, ammo etc - we were getting ready for a major naval exercise that happens every year. One of my friends on board had a buddy who lived in town and was stationed on another ship in port (small world, smaller navy) and asked if I wanted to tag along since I didnt have duty. I naturally agreed and along with another mutual homie we left base, hit the liquor store and McDonalds.
As the night wears on, we are drinking, smoking, having deep discussion and watching movies. I must have gone through two to three packs of cigarettes that night because I pretty much put one out and lit another. By the time midnight arrives, my friends buddy hits the sack and the rest of us are camped out in the living room and I start acting...out of character for that time period.
My friend stops me and asks; "Rhune, how much have you had to drink tonight?"
Me: "A can of Amp, a supersize Double-quarter pounder with cheese meal, no pickle/no onion, an entire bottle of Hot Damn 100 degrees, three six packs of Smirnof Ice Triple Black, an entire bottle of Gold Schlager, half a bottle of After Shock and approximately 40 to 60 cigarettes."
Friend: "Go inside, lay on the couch and watch Basic (that murder mystery movie with John Travolta and Sam Jackson) - you drank yourself sober."
Me: "Really? Dude, I feel great...like...everything makes sense. *Everything*"
Friend: "I know, thats great - lay down. Thats an order." (We were the same rank/pay-grade, but he was senior)
Me: "Okay."
After watching Basic and having my mind blown by the plot, I went to sleep. I woke up the next morning, no hangover, with total recall about what happened. I felt like a million bucks.
