I have a pretty funny story about this...
When I was a senior my friend's mom caught us drinking and she drove me home completely blackout... my parents had always thought I was straight-edge, so they were incredibly pissed, and decided to force me to see a drinking counselor once every two weeks. That's the back story...
Ok, so it was Friday and I had an appointment with this counselor at 9:00 AM Saturday. I wanted to go out but my mom questioned whether I would be able to get up that early if I stayed over at a friend's, but finally I managed to convince her that I would and she let me go. That night, I got hammered, went to bed at 4 or so... woke up at 8:30 and I was still so drunk that the room was spinning. Decided I'd rather not have the cops show up at my parents' door like "Hey. Your son crashed himself and 2500 pounds of metal, glass, and irony into a tree driving drunk to his drinking counselor appointment." So I decided to skip it... let me tell you, when they found out I skipped it because I was still drunk at 8:30... it was hell haha.