Since this thread has already been hijacked about as far as it can go, here's my Nyquil story.
We were playing a New Year's Eve party (the party at which the incident inspiring my song "New Year's Day"
http://soundclick.com/share?songid=5073907 happened) in Isla Vista, CA. Two of us were in the Air Force and didn't really want to drive back to Vandenberg after the party, since we were getting pretty wasted. As it happened, out roadie/sound tech was house-sitting for some of his family's friends in Santa Barbara. So we all went there.
Nice house. Nice, BIG house. With a game room.
We set ourselves up in there amid assurances from Gerry that everything would be fine, the home owners wouldn't be back until the next afternoon. We played pool, cranked the stereo, had ourselves a good time.
Our bass player (natch) went exploring for something to drink, but all he could find was a bottle of Nyquil. He drank it all down.
After awhile, we all fell asleep in the game room, Steve the bass player stretched out across the pool table, drug drunk.
We were awakened by a loud "what the hell is going on in here?!" about 5:30. The home owners were back!
He pulled out his gun and began blasting away in every direction!
Not really.

Gerry explained it all and he was okay with it (as far as we could tell). He let us stay the night and he and his wife even cooked breakfast for us before we left.
I don't think he ever house-sat for them again, though.