An experience I had, related to one of their AA regional carriers, perhaps American Eagle over 20 years ago. Not involving alcohol I believe, but the flight kinda shook me up.
It was a quick 90 minutes from Atlanta to Oxford, Alabama. The plane was a small commuter, I think a de Havilland Twin Otter. I was seated in the front row (if you can call 2 seats across total a row), with nothing but a curtain closing off the cockpit.
With the curtain open I could see the instrument panel. Several round gauges were missing, with loose wires nearly hanging out from behind. I having the first seat from the cockpit I could read a yellow Post-It note stuck there, hand printed with: "Max says OK to fly".
Wait a minute! Who the hell is Max, and why is flying this thing at issue? I thought the FAA required rigid pre-flight inspection and strict approval paperwork, not yellow stickie notes hung on instrument panels.
I was getting ready to exit this thing before we took-off, but then the pilot and copilot arrived, and the plane got buttoned up. The two of them promptly threw their black raincoats down between their seats, which covered-up the engine throttles and other flight controls. What the f*** is this?
As we did our taxi and then started down the runway for our takeoff they had to keep lifting their raincoats to access the throttles and other controls. I was almost breaking into a cold sweat. And then the entire flight was on instruments (I hoped none of the missing ones) because we were in rain clouds the whole time with zero visibility.
Well, clearly we made it to Alabama. But that was the most tense flight of my life, and that includes many military ones.