I haven't been drunk in many years, but I am also one of the lucky ones that just didn't get a hangover. No headache, no nothing.
Now, that doesn't mean I didn't some really entertaining things while drunk, at least according to the people that told me the horror stories of the night before.
Here's a few highlights:
On my first trip to Guam with the AF we had a party on the first night there. There were 3 barracks connected together in a "U" type configuration. The two side buildings were taller than the middle one, so we partied on the roof of the middle one. My room was on the second floor of the building that would be on the left. However, the next morning I woke up in a room on the 3rd floor of the building on the right and swore it was my room. This was a whiskey drunk.
While in Merced CA with the AF we decided to go bar hopping on foot. During this adventure I proved there is in fact a stage of drunkeness known as the "wimp" stage. This stage is identifiable by the fact that you attempt to kick a can that is laying on the ground, you land on your butt and the can just lays there and laughs at you. Another whiskey drunk.
Now comes the Superman drunk. I was at a party at my bosses house in Adana Turkey. The women there wanted to do shots of Tequilla aka To Kill Ya. Nobody would do shots with them, so being the gentleman that I am, I volunteered to keep the ladies company. Bad, very bad move. By the time the night was over, I was Superman. Not impervious to pain, just didn't feel it when I ran into the stairs of the barracks back on base. Also, didn't feel my back give out when I picked up the pool table in the rec room. To Kill Ya is some bad stuff.