I'm a shit story teller but:
Time for the story of liquid courage.
So a friend and I were going to a steel panther concert that was set up at a club, we had VIP tickets, paid good money for these tickets and found out they were real shitty.
They let us in with a group of other "VIP's" and hour early to meet and greet the band, get band merch and all that. They only let the whole group have two beers each, and there was no back stage access. Being the Australians we are, after the two beers were finished, we wanted more, and people started asking where to get more beer. I was pissed off that we couldn't go back stage.
So I started thinking, these people wanted more beer, I wanted to go back stage, so I shouted "More beers this way!" and they followed me backstage, this is when I hid in the toilets giggling because the security were shitting themselves seeing all these people going where they shouldn't go.
Then my friend and I played drunk ninja trying to see how far backstage we could go, till we got right behind the band, then we shat ourselves because we didn't want to get kicked out. Security was real shitty at this event.
Anyway, the concert was on and I was heavily drunk with +30 Charisma and I went outside for a smoke, only to find that some racist asshole was having a go at the black security guard, I thought this was a good time to make friends with the bouncers. The black guy was ready to kick the racists ass, I was all "Don't do it man! it's not worth losing your job over this" blacky backed off, racist got away. So now I was friends with security.
A bunch of girls who didn't have tickets wanted to get in, I told them I could get them in, being friends with the bouncers, I got these girls in. Lost them instantly, didn't get laid.
Anyway, that's my shitty told story of how alcohol can make your night an adventure.