Cool story, bro.
Anyway, to make it a bit more interesting, I was driving through the east side of Manhattan about 5 years ago ... somewhere around 26th and 10th where all the bullshit cookie cutter clubs were. Reached a check point and the cop at the front asked if I had been drinking. Sure enough, I said "Yeah". Wait about 45 minutes in line and eventually got asked more serious questions by a 2nd cop.
"How much have you been drinking?" he asked.
Me: "3 drinks in the last 2 hours."
Him: "Why the fuck are you wasting my time? If someone asks how much you've had to drink and you can't come up with more than 5, then get the fuck outta my face!"
Me: (speeds off without giving the cop a 2nd chance to reconsider his awesome opinion on what is and isn't drunk driving)