I got an e-mail about a day later from him, asking if there was any truth to the rumor that I did wake up with my tux on, and this is how I repied:

It is true that I slept in my tux. Actually, just the shirt and pants.. and socks... maybe the shoes too. But those were all the clothes I had with me. I almost feel like I owe you the whole story now. It's not as exciting as you might think, but if any can appreciate drunken wanderings in very nice clothing, it's you.

Groomsman #2 explained to me that I had some not nice things to say about you guys leaving, but I don't remember, and I apologize if I soured your evening because of it. Anyway, I was talking to Carlos-from-Peru about traveling the world until he gave me the rest of his smokes and took off. My brother and I sat in the bar until they kicked us out, or tried to take our drinks away, so we pounded those and sat at the bar for a bit more. I decided I wanted to go home, like Santa Cruz home, and we started looking for a cab to get back to our parent's hotel. We spent the better part of an hour walking around that damn casino looking for a cab, or a place to have a cab called, or some dude who would give us a ride for 10 bucks.

We found a receptionist window, and we got a cab back to Embassy Suites. The ride was quicker and cheaper than I thought it would be, and I was starting to get hungry, so I asked my brother if there was late-night food anywhere. He answered with, "Totally dude. There's a Del Taco right over there. I can see it from the room." His ability to get lost and my implicit trust in him, combined with both of us being tanked, meant another 45 minutes of walking around Temecula at 3:30am.

We finally found Del Taco, and we walked up to the door, and there was a window sticker right next to the door that says, "Open 24 Hours." I think the words 'sweet' and 'dude' went through both or our minds, possibly not in that order. The door was locked, and that 'sweet' turned to 'lame' pretty quick. My brother went to check the other door... also locked. We walked around to the drive-thru window, and after some effort, we got someone's attention.

Him: What's up fellas?
Me: Can we order something from you?

Him: No, we don't take walk-ups at the drive-thru.

Me: Can we come inside and order something?

Him: No, we close the inside at [some time earlier, I had stopped listening to him]

Me: So, we'd need a car if we wanted to order right now?

Him: Yeah.

I stared him dead in the eye with no intention of smiling.

Me: So really, since we're too drunk to drive, we can't get any food from you. (not a question)

The pause the guy took was priceless, as he realized a guy in a scuffled tux and another in a suit just unforgivingly pointed out how stupid his company policy was.

Him: What can I get for you guys?

To add insult to Del Taco's stupid policy, we ate there anyway, at their gated outdoor seating area.

My brother had been correct, and Embassy Suites was not far, and the walk back was much easier. We got to my parents' room, I took off the jacket, grabbed a pillow and laid down on the floor.

I woke up a few hours later to have breakfast with my parents. I was the only one in food area with a tuxedo shirt, pants, and shoes eating pancakes with my hands. I saw Groomsman #2, Usher #2 (also in the previous night's garb), Groomsman #2's sister, and some others heading to breakfast. I explained that I had no clothes, and that they were all in your van, which they explained was in the parking lot. On the way out to grab my bags, I lamented about how if I had known the van was going there, I would have just gotten a ride from them. Groomsman #2 then said, "I believe your exact words were, 'if you guys are tired and want to leave, that's fine, but there is no f-ing way I'm leaving right now.'"

So that's the story of what happened after you left. Nothing crazy, lots of walking, but I did sleep in the tux, as promised.