Cliffs notes:
Got shitfaced in San Francisco (brother's bachelor party). Drank JW black all night. Didn't eat anything, didn't drink water. Next day, woke up in bad shape. Staggered to nearest restaurant (Marie Calendars). Ordered chicken pot pie. Ate it slowly. Started walking back to hotel, projectile vomited chicken pot pie all over the crosswalk of a busy intersection while laughing hysterically. Went back to Marie Calendars, ordered steak and mashed potatoes. Felt much better.