Because you could actually remember a few of those, and they felt like fun at the time.

Congratulations on the pending nups, VP. I hope it all goes down well tomorrow.

Affix your blame squarely on the right place: the shot glass. If it weren't for the shot glass, you'd have had to drink from the bottle.

Blame the bottle while you're at it. Bad, bad bottle!

Don't listen to these people. Tequila is good. It's the beer that does you in.

So, did you also drink the Jagermeister?
(Just my way of determining how drunk you REALLY were...)

Really, Stephen--Tequila?

I thought you were the VODKA Pundit!

But seriously, Carolyn and I wish you both a long and happy life together.

Now sober up--we can't have you stammering during your nuptials.

(Slap!)

Because you felt good after the preceding 18 or you wouldn't have had the last one. That Damn Tequila.

Every "I can't believe I got drunk and did that story" I've ever heard had Tequila figuring heavily. My freshman year, a guy in my dorm got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, he went left instead of right and ended up locked outside in december in his barefeet. Severe frostbite resulted. I believe he got the worm from the bottle that night.

Congrats on the upcoming wedding. My Brother's walking that plank Sept. 29th, my other brother next July.

Only 19 tequilas? Vodkaman is going soft...

....congrats on the Big Day though....

You were probably doing that salt-and-lime thing. That'll get you every time. A man takes in that much salt and lime is bound to feel bad the next day. I remember one night I had a dozen or so martinis. You think I wasn't hurting the next day? Damn right I was.

Too many olives!

Have to agree about the Tequila Story thing. All my craziest-assed fuzzy memories involve tequila, which I don't drink all that often.

With beer I'm simply happy and garrulous.

With tequila, I'm crazy and dangerous.