Mine was at a Mothers day brunch, the champagne was free and I was super hungover before I even took a sip. You know how it is, a few champagne and OJ's and you'll be fine. I actually ate a bunch of waffles and eggs before I knew something was not right. Like a great American I knew I had to get the hell out of this table and go puke like a real man. My kid was being an asshole and would not let me out of the booth. Eventually she let me out and I was on a mission, but before I got to it I had puked all over the fancy Hotels Mens room door. Like the whole door was covered in puke. I sat in one of the stalls for like 30 minutes before I came out, listening to the horrors that were going on right out there.