Thanks for sharing the story. I think most of us have all had a tale or 2 similar to that.
Years back after my friend had been hit by a car and prescribed T3s, we decided it'd be a good idea to pop 3 or 4 of them before a big night of drinking and hit a show. I remember the show relatively well but afterwards I was a complete mess. We went to a couple of bars after and I ran into some old friends from college. They tried to converse with me but I couldn't utter a word, let alone a sentence. They finally gave up. A friend of ours was bartending at the last bar we hit. Towards the end of the night, he stood up on the bar and said 'thanks a lot you fucking drunks for stealing my tips after I served your sorry asses all night.' Turns out I had been walking around the bar for an hr with his tip jar in my hand thinking it was my drink.
They'll never let me live that one down. Moral of the story, don't mix prescription drugs with alcohol.