Drunk purchases don't work out too well.
That is, until they do.
A violin. I had never played a violin. I had never even held a violin before. It was about 2am and I was talking to my best friend who was also drinking. I told her that I always loved how they sounded and wished I had played while I was in school. Sober me is now learning how to play the violin.
My buddy and I got HAMMERED drunk one night and decided I should buy a plane ticket to Anchorage and join him when he was flying home to visit his mom & dad & brother.
We spent a week driving around Alaska fishing and drinking beer (in camp) and it was the best fucking vacation I ever had.
A meteorite. It was a silent auction during a Yuri's night event to benefit the local planetarium, and they had bottomless vodka. I still don't know what to do with it, but I'm fucking thrilled that I own a space rock.
That time I drunk ordered dominos to be delivered at 1:30 pm the next day. My hungover ass woke up to pizza. It was one of my most brilliant life choices.
Shortly after I moved into my new apartment I was stressing over how there wasn't much counter space or cupboard space in the kitchen. A few nights later I was two sheets to the wind and I bought a really nice kitchen hutch on amazon. It's perfect and has room for all my pots and pans, microwave, and toaster oven.
I guess maybe that's not so much "awesome" as "practical and necessary."