Pinedale Mountain Man Rendezvous '78. Jack, Cosmo, and I consumed five fifths (two JC 1800, three Myers Dark Rum) over the course of an evening while climbing every tall sign over a business in town. I awoke the next morning shirtless where I'd fallen - atop a small ant-hill; the little fuckers had eaten a 3"X 3" patch out of my back.
I didn't feel a thing.
Wow, you climbed sign posts with Kramer?