I took a class at my college last summer, and one of the assignments was to attend a religious service for a faith other than your own and write an essay about it. I decided to go to a Catholic Mass (Hoping for communion wine).
Well, the night before, my roommate and I decided that it would be a good idea to drink cheap gin. By 4 AM, we had decided to stay up all night.
We get to the church, still fairly buzzed, thinking "Okay, this won't be so bad."
About halfway through, the nausea and headache hit me, and I start sweating. The man next to me scooted over, so I'm certain that I reeked of booze. And then there was the constant standing and sitting and kneeling, not fun when you're fighting nausea.
And there wasn't even any fucking communion wine.
"I feel bad for people who don't drink. They wake up in the morning, and that's the best they're going to feel all day." -Frank Sinatra