I'm waiting for a signed copy of your memoirs Mr. E!

Brother, you are not the first one to ask about that. I can't tell how many times I've been asked to write a book.
But if you want sample boilermaker story, here goes.
My little brother was just out of the Navy and started college (circa mid 80s). Dad calls me one day wanting to make surprise party for him.
Dad give him some line stuff about they (him and Mom) would be driving through town and may stop by. Anyway, Mom & Dad stayed at my house the whole weekend until we went over to Jon's place and took him out for lunch. In the meanwhile some more collaborators were staging the surprise while we were out. We got back to Jon's place and when we came "SUPRISE!!!".
There was a keg of beer iced down in the tub and a few bottles of liquor.
Somehow or other I ended up in the kitchen with about 4 or 5 fat girls teaching them how to do boilermakers. The regular party was sort of fizzling but I had a roaring party going on in the kitchen and everyone migrated my way. Dad came in to see what was so fun and there I was pounding down boilermakers with these fat girls and all who dared to enter. My Dad included. Yes, I made him do one as well. My new-found cheerleading squad made sure that was going to happen.
Thank God Dad has an excellent memory for directions. It was about an hours drive back to my house and I don't remember any of it except falling in the bathtub later.
While sheepishly trying to apologize for getting so wasted the night before, Mom interrupts saying I didn't need to. I wasn't being an ass or anything - just the life of the party. Her words: "but you are a funny drunk". And, "what was it with you and those fat girls in the kitchen." Guess it's my good looks and charming personality. I could have easily gone home with any of them that night. Whether or not little "Eric Jr." could have performed is doubtful.
No amount of pecker-pills would likely have had any effect.
There you go. One of Big E's many adventures. I seem to have a knack for that.
Next episode... when Huckleberry Finn meets Big E.
