slammed

Very busied with work.

I was just too slammed to intervene. By drink number five he was snapping his fingers to get my attention and his tips were getting smaller and smaller. He was becoming my worst enemy and he could sense it.

Or, worse yet, you've been so slammed with working on a massive science project about helium that you haven't stayed caught up in any of your other classes.

Drunk.

Q. You get very slammed? A. Yes. But if I just go out for social drinks, a couple of pints. A. And how often do you go out and get really slammed? Q. About once a fortnight. But I get stoned [i.e. on cannabis] all the time. It's better.

By the time it was my turn, I was more slammed than I had been in a very long time, maybe ever. Especially around that many people. My eyelids felt heavy. […] And everybody as drunk as me. They wouldn't even remember.

Packed, crowded, (of a venue) full of would-be customers.

Then, one evening in the spring of 2002, the bar was absolutely slammed. It was a Tuesday, ten-cent-hot-wings night, and the local Pagan's Saints gang had the 19th Hole overflowing with leathers, mullets, and ponytails.

Lauren was at work the next morning, absolutely slammed, the waiting area filled with people and a crowd outside all waiting to get in because it was Father's Day and everyone wanted to treat their dad. Their wait time was[…]