I was a senior in high school and we were going to a friend's house to videotape a scene from Hamlet that we had to act out. We were doing our version as "Scooblet" with (a huge) Scooby-Doo toy being Hamlet. Well our friend lived with her alcoholic boyfriend in Bum Fuck Egypt, and the only way to get there were really curvy bad roads.
He was sober when we got there, we took Amanda(the friend)'s and Kristy's (group member) cars there. After we finished filming, we were heading to the church where Kristy could edit the raw material. Well Amanda was tired and wanted to stay home. Kristy's car wasn't big enough for 3 more people, so her boyfriend William decided he would get us as far as Central Hardin High School, where most of our cars were parked.
Only problem was that he had about 4 beers before this and was still drinking. Amanda said he'd be fine, but we were kind of weary. Julie (group member) volunteered to ride with William
(Amanda's drunk ass boyfriend) while Kristy, me, and someone else(don't remember their name) rode in her Toyota Corolla. William brought some more cans into the truck with him for the ride.
The roads from Amanda's house were curvy, narrow, and had steep dropoffs... William being drunk as he was, took them around 60-70 mph. Kristy kept honking trying to get him to slow down so she could follow, and we swear we saw that truck of his hop up on two tires a few times. It was dark and we were scared he was going to kill himself and Julie.
Well, we finally got to Central, and Julie couldn't have looked more relieved. She said that he was drinking all the beers he brought to the truck with him, and that there were beer cans all over the floor from previous drinks.
We didn't go to the church that night, we all just went home (I took Julie home since she was too shaken to drive) and thought about what kind of holy hell and dumb shit we just went through to get our assignment done.