In Ayia Napa a few years ago, me and a mate were doing sambuca after sambuca until collapse. After said collapse, I was chucked out of the club and so sat on a step for the next 5 hours unable to talk, see or generally remain concious. I ended up being paraded around the strip on some random guys shoulder, and I still can't remember to this day how I made it back to my room.
The following year in Kavos I was ill outside of a happy bar with a "pay 5 euro and drink unlimited acid/100% ethanol", and proceeded to fall in it, roll around in it, get back up and into the bar ready to party on. I ended up sleeping in a horse field that evening. It was one of my proudest moments of which i'm sure my parents would be proud.