i dont remember my first, although i think it was the time i rode down brookline hill ****faced, but the most memorable was when i was at tigerlily's bar on westland, and went to the bathroom, puked twice, thought "how the **** am i gonna ride home", but somehow stumbled out to my bike, and rode it perfectly fine, then puked some more at home before passing out. i officially can ride better than i can walk when drunk