I doubt that I can remember what could be considered the craziest night of drunken madness, but many years ago I got lost in downtown Chicago with a couple close friends. It was after the Girls Against Boys concert, and we had already been drinking all night. I found myself stumbling around with a 40 oz. in hand and somehow sneaking onto the roof of the Holiday Inn. Throwing a wooden ladder off of a parking garage roof to watch it break. Lots of public urination but no vomit that I can recall. Finally located the car around dawn. I actually have dozens of pictures somewhere that could accompany this story.
Though I don't think that compares to the time that I drank a fifth of Southern Comfort with double my nightly dosage of Ambien out of sheer stupidity. I don't remember much, other than waking up to a fifteen-page journal entry, much of which was illegible, and my dirty clothes basket downstairs, next to the washing machine, covered in puke. The washing machine lid was open and the water was sitting, dormant. I really can't recall my actions, other than what my roommates relayed to me, which included but was not limited to me telling off one of my roommate's girlfriends (who nobody liked) and regaling everybody with my Sabu impersonation. This was on a weeknight, btw.
Don't be like me, kids.