Day 1 - Wednesday
Our flight was to leave at 5:30pm Central. So of course my best man (Josh) picked me up at 2:30 and we spent the better part of 2 hours in the airport bar. Once we boarded the plane and got to cruising altitude, the alcohol continued to flow. We were all pretty buzzed when we landed. It was about 7:00 Mountain. Josh had lined up a limo to take all 8 of us to the house we rented. Of course, we had to stop and get more booze. We couldn't let the cooler full of ice that the limo driver had gotten us go to waste. We picked up 2 cases of beer and drove around town for a bit before going to the house to settle in. It was about 9:00 or so.
The driver waited for us to get our stuff (including the remaining 6 beers

) into the house and said he would take us to a bar. He took us to a pretty nice area with a ton of hot chicks in skirts and high heels walking around. Well, here we are, 8 fat, blue-collar Midwest guys in shorts and dirty T-shirts. Unfortunately we weren't allowed in any of the bars due to our attire.
We told him to take us to a place that was a little more our style. So he takes us to some "biker bar" called Road Doggs or Dirty Doggs or something like that. It was fun. Bartenders were swinging from the rafters like trapeze artists. The swinging bartenders were cool for a while, but then it got a little boring and quickly became a sausage fest. Then Josh says to me, "This place is where strippers come to die. Let's get the hell out of here".
By this point we're all pretty tanked. So we cab it to a place called Coachouse I think. It's pretty tiny but there's a decent outside section where we can actually enjoy the 80 degree weather.
I'm wearing
this shirt and on my way back from the bathroom, I hear "Hey guy, nice shirt"
I turn around and it's a Jesse James looking dude with a red bandana and a 6' 6" Goldberg looking dude, with two chicks. I laughed it off and started joking with them about my upcoming nuptials. Josh comes over and we continued BSing with them, and had a few shots with them. Here where it get crazy. I was hammered and figured these guys could get "things".
So I said to Bandana "Hey do you know where a guy can get some weed around here?"
Bandana – "<chuckle> Um, sorry bro, but I'm a Federal Agent for the ATF."
Chick 1 from the peanut gallery – "Do you even know who this is?!?!"
Me -

:shuked:

:facepalm:
But he was pretty cool about it. He laughed it off and said "You emmer effers smoking a bowl or two I don't care about. Head down to <rattled off a few bars> and you'll find anything you're looking for"
When we got back, one guy in our group said "I bet that was the guy who went undercover and took down the Hell's Angels." He had just watched some show on it not too long ago. So when we got back to the house at 3:00am we googled it. Sure enough, I had asked
this guy for weed. He only took down the Hell's Angels from the inside. No wonder the chick yelled "Do you even know who this is?!?!" Boy was my face red.
That was night 1 with about 14 hours of drinking. It could only go down hill from there