This is a topic to post a funny memorable story you remember when you were "Under The Influence" in anyway out and about, a party, driving, everything else, and anything goes.

A few years ago a good black friend of mine Corey was on a studio label recording original mix hip hop tracks with a couple other groups involved.
The studio invites me and my white irish friend chris to a show they booked in the ghetto of Tampa at an All Black Strip Club called Hollywood Nights (actual name).
We ride out to the studio in clearwater, grab a six of Yeungling, burn a fresh rolled Swisher Sweets with the DJ and make our way out to tampa.
We pull up in front of the place, flashing Red and Blue lights come on behind us. The guys in the back get out but left rolling papers in the visible backseat and me and my irish friend chris pull down the street after in a dead end road.
Now bare in mind my friend at the time is driving a maroon colored buick century with tinted windows..what does that look like in the hood?
The cop comes over, asks us both for the usual license and registration routine. Goes back to his car to check our backgrounds, two more flashing squad cars pull up behind the other cop. 6 cops total, then I remember asking my friend how he was doing because for some reason I felt completely at ease given the many bad possible outcomes that could happen this night. The influence was strong with us haha

The original cop comes back and says "you know one of you guys has a misdemeanor for possession"?
Me and my friend with confused looks on our faces counter with "which guy do you mean"
Apparently it was me which I dont have, so I said "No thats not true, I have some stopsign tickets but I havent even been to court. Been pulled over or pulled up on a few(alot)of times"
So after about 20 minutes of this go around stuff the cop says "Alright I'm gonna leave you guys with a warning but if you block parking in front of this place again I'm gonna write you a $hitload of tickets". Naturally we said "thank you" and parked putting the pieces together of how that all unfolded. Went inside, got searched by the Bouncer, paid five to get in, The label manager drops at least $1000 all in ones on the floor and we sat VIP with the studio label in the back, free drinks all night, bottle of hennessey, burning a couple in the club. The only white stripper in the place whos name was Dynasty dances on me and my friend. We're almost the only white people there and I dont say that in disrespect at all, but you do get looks when your somewhere a crowd sizes you up and your too screwed up to care. Corey and his group do their thing, I remember the center of the place has four strip poles in the shape of a holy cross. Saw some crazy stuff that I dont think I can post so I leave you with this epic tale of anything goes and everything could happen.