Holy gods! That many white russians? Whoa...
The last time I was falling down drunk (well, not falling, but I was close to tipping over when standing up) was when my parents, my sister & b-i-l, and a couple of family friends went to the Martini Ranch a few years ago. Before I moved to VA.
All that place is is flavored Martini's and I tried every single one on the menu, which was twelve. Plus, a vendor for Bacardi was there, and she was handing out free mini-martini shots!!!!!
Gods, that was fun. And bathroom was upstairs, so me and my sister (who has horrible arthritis because of her lupus) trying to walk up and down was quite a task.