My first semester in college, before the drinking age went up to 21, a local bar in San Marcos had nightly 3-for-1-specials. They served drinks in a Mason jar with 3 times the regular amount of alcohol.
One night a girl I had just met was wonderfully drunk, & I offered to, uh, walk her back to her dorm. She unfortunately passed out as soon as we got outside. I threw her over my shoulder and carried her about 3 blocks to her room, getting lots of looks on the way. I bet it looked a lot like this.
Her door was locked when we got there, so I opened her window and tossed her thru the window.
Chivalry is not dead.