Amy Winehands!
It begins slowly, all smiles:
Following those two bottles, a few cans of lager and a ton of vodka jelly is a large, roughly six-hour blank which probably consisted of much throwing up and questioning why I do this to myself, accompanied with photos far too offensive to be posted on a family friendly board, so we'll skip to around 5 in the morning, and the only picture of me looking mildly coherent:
