"Glad to be Alive" parties.....wonderful to attend but terrible to get over!
I have attended a few of those myself....but never scared myself bad enough to drink a bottle of Gin...much less two!
Had an engine failure in a Hughes 500D one time....just before dark...coming off Mt. Neuhaeuser near Tok, Alaska. About 9,800 feet up....nothing but forest for miles and miles. Got it down without a mark on the bird....other than the ragged bits of seat cushion I chewed off on the way down. After my knees started working again....walked nine miles to the nearest road....got retrieved by friends out looking for us by truck.
Celebrated with bottle rockets, whisky, beer, and concerned female geologists. Camp fire, Northern Lights....what a night. Awoke early the next day....about 3PM...sobered up the following day.
