Post by Brent Smith on Jun 27, 2006 11:14:45 GMT -5
Holy piss did I ever get drunk at my stag! The night started out with pitchers at Montana's along with a full rack of ribs, then off to Teasers and 3 hours of strippers, beer, and shooters.
I made the guys pull over 3 times on the way home so I could throw up. When I got home I ralphed for about 10 more mins in the toilet before climbing into bed. The last thing I remember is my soon-to-be wife pushing me and saying "You're on me! You're on me!"
I woke up 4 hours later to run errands (it was the day before the wedding)... picked up friends and family at the airport... puked at the airport. Took friend from Calgary out for breakfast... puked twice at the restaurant. Couldn't eat.
At the time I didn't know what the hell was going on cuz I rarely get hungover and almost never puke. But my DD at the stag ate the same thing as I did, drank nothing and was sick the next day too. Food poisoning? Say it ain't so Montana's... say it ain't so!
I made the guys pull over 3 times on the way home so I could throw up. When I got home I ralphed for about 10 more mins in the toilet before climbing into bed. The last thing I remember is my soon-to-be wife pushing me and saying "You're on me! You're on me!"
I woke up 4 hours later to run errands (it was the day before the wedding)... picked up friends and family at the airport... puked at the airport. Took friend from Calgary out for breakfast... puked twice at the restaurant. Couldn't eat.
At the time I didn't know what the hell was going on cuz I rarely get hungover and almost never puke. But my DD at the stag ate the same thing as I did, drank nothing and was sick the next day too. Food poisoning? Say it ain't so Montana's... say it ain't so!
