I never suffer memory loss when drinking, so I'll crowbar this in.
A group of work colleagues and I went go-karting. Fortunately they failed to show any concern over the fact that a most of us had spent the best part of the day getting completely pissed and let us all have a shot anyway. It was a lovely spring day and four of us spent more time popping out for cigarettes than actually driving because, frankly, the alcohol was causing us to spend more time in the "Sin Bin" than actually on the track. For the record, our team came in dead last.

Anyone who has spent an evening Karting will know that for the sake of safety they kit you out with a helmet and overalls. In the case of this particular venue the overalls were black with a coloured chest that indicated the size of the overall. All four of us were different sizes and we therefore looked like a set of petrol-head power rangers.

The evenings proceedings came to an end, a small prize ceremony was held and everyone returned their kit. We left our helmets on the bench and had left before the ceremony, possibly due to the shame of knowing we had failed badly and had given half of the people on the track whiplash, but probably because our taxi was already waiting and we just wanted to carry on drinking at this point. We didn't actually remember to return the uniforms due to inebriation.

The funniest part of the evening that I can remember was when Mike, the burliest of us, noticed a fight down a side street, he turned down and walked towards the fracas, we all followed him (just in case...)

The four of us stood there, him in front, he raised his hand, palm outfacing and at the top of his unnecessarily well-spoken voice said "Stop, citizens!"

It only fucking worked, but probably more because they were confused and a bit weirded out than anything else.

We briefly considered careers as superheroes.
( Muns, Mon 30 Apr 2012, 9:59, Reply)