WACKY EVENT THAT I CAN RECALL:
One that comes to mind and is suitable for reading here (and in an indirect way relates to the subject of westerns vis a vis Red Gold):
During my time as an undergraduate, the drinking age was changed and then changed back for some dumb reason. Anyway, to celebrate, a group of us got together and toddled on over to Collegetown where I was "magically" transformed into Nasty McNasty (of Warner Bros. cartoon fame). Not being a drinker, the effects of the many White Russians I had made me think that I could slide the glasses down the length of the bar just like in the Old West. Needless to say, I broke quite a few glasses and pitchers. Before you could say "Randolph Scott", my buddies got me out of there to avoid any problems. In real life, I am a very Clark Kent-ish person, but I discovered that night I can be really wild given a bit of the old spirits. I learned my lesson though. I was so sick for the next 2-3 days, that I have never, ever gotten that inebriated again, and never will.