Originally Posted by fuzebox

Alright, here's mine... We went out for the night of my 20th birthday. My mom warned me to take it easy, as she was getting married 2 days later in Jasper, Alberta (quite a drive from Vancouver, BC), and that I had to pick up this chick who was soon to be my cousin and drive her with me. Had all sorts of great fun which is not part of the story. The story I guess really begins the first time I puked, after getting to bed...

Puked all over the bed, jumped out of bed, puked again all over my hardwood floors, start running towards the bathroom, sleep in the puke and crack my tailbone. Spend 40 minutes cleaning everything up and remaking the bed, and then go back to sleep. Wake up to my mom calling me because I slept through my alarm and I am late picking up this cousin... Jumped in the shower, realized while showering I had to puke again, and tried to lean out over the toilet from the shower to do it. Ended up slipping, and grabbed the shower curtain for support which of course brought the whole thing crashing down on me. Left all that and jumped in the car.

I was driving across Vancouver to pick this chick up, and was hit with a surprise puke... Didn't have a chance to pull over or anything and ended up blasting the windshield and dashboard while driving around 80km/hr. Luckily I always have a towel in the car so I could clean a little bit of it up. Ten minutes later while at a stoplight with a ton of people crossing the street, I opened the door and puked on the street in front of a bunch of kids and shit.

Finally got to this chicks house, she opens the door and I am like "nice to meet you can I use your bathroom?" Changed my shirt and brushed my teeth and we were on our way. I stopped at a gas station for some White Spot express, bottle of water, and tylenol, and that was the last puke of the day thankfully.

After a couple hours we were cruising up the Coquihalla highway. People from western Canada will know how steep and awful this highway is, and how hard it is on vehicles... Long story short, during the climb I overheated, one of the rad hoses cracked and showered water all over the engine, doing some sort of damage to the electrical system because I couldn't even get power to the radio. This was somewhere around Merrit, BC, and there was no cell phone reception. My travel companion said she would take a nap while I hiked out to find reception. I only had to walk 1km or so before I got 1 bar on the phone, called AAA and eventually a tow truck got out there. He took us all the way to Kamloops, where I dropped the car in a Canadian Tire parking lot. We got a cab to the Kamloops airport to get a rental car.

Turns out that my drivers license had expired the day before, on my birthday. This kind of sucked because we were just about to get the keys to a nice SUV to take us the rest of the way... Also turns out my new cousin, despite having a drivers license, did not have a credit card, and that I could not use my card to cover her. We grabbed a cab to the greyhound station, and bought two tickets to Jasper, with the next bus leaving in 4 hours. Went out and had a real dinner which was the first time I was able to relax all day. The hotel that everyone was staying at for the wedding didn't have in room phones (it was a woodland getaway spa kind of thing), so I left some messages for the family telling them to pick us up the next day at the bus station.

We took the overnight bus to Jasper, I didn't get to sit beside my cousin but instead some fat lumberjack guy, and didn't get a wink of sleep. Still got there 4 hours before I got to walk my mom down the aisle.

And that was my worst hangover day ever.