I got cut off at the bar at 11 30 in the morning after drinking 3 red cups of straight whiskey, slammed a pitcher of beer that i made the next person in line buy me, got tackled by the easterbunny girls boy friend, after i told her to "get over herself" about 100 times, and vommited off the chair lift before jumping off of it.  somehow managed to be skiing until last run but have no recollection of anything.
I'm sure i did at least a couple twisters.