So... since I was already referencing my the bachelor party I'll stick to that one for this post.
I joined in at noon, had to get the keys for the place me and my dad were staying at for the 2 weeks we were in Toronto for the wedding. So as soon as we head to the hotel we start pouring long islands with alcohol each guy was expected to bring. First problem... no shot glasses, second? Not enough glasses of the same size. Solution? TRY to eye up each shot and add the appropriate amount based on each glasses size. We all were drinking on an empty stomach so after the first round we all went down, grabbed some hot dogs from a close by stand, ate and went back up. Poured our second round and this time... much more loosely. Had that and beer was starting to be passed around. Now... Long islands hit me pretty hard but by this point I was only tipsy, being the genius that I am, I downed my second one and snuck off to finish the left over beer in the glasses (I can't stand food or alcohol going to waste).
So... leaving the hotel I do not remember so the rest is from a collection of what I was told by my brother, sister and brother in law, with bits and pieces I remember myself. So we went to a fancy restaurant that uses beer for example in batter. Being so awesome we had the center table, thankfully I was off to the side. I started to slump in my seat and so everyone looks around the table with that "UH OH! WHAT DO WE DO MAN?!?" look in their faces. So my brother goes behind me to help me sit straight and bam.... gag reflex kicks in and I start puking all over the table to the point that it starts pouring off the sides. So my brother grabs me and we head back to the hotel, the others grab their meals quick, eat and head back as well. At the hotel I remember being hit in the face with a bun by my frustrated brother screaming "EAT IT! EAT IT!" and as soon as I responded no he stuck the bun in my mouth and proceeded to scream "CHEW IT! CHEW IT!" And the rest of it is history.