My brother ended up fitting the bill and taking me to Mens Warehouse. We walked in, hung over, he pointed at me and said "he needs a suit", with a quickness a guy ran over, and started throwing suits at me, try this, try this, try this..I finally hit the dressing room, the jacket fit, the pants were a tight squeeze..guy came over, unzipped halfway to see the space between, he paused for a quick second, and went back to suit talk. My brother was having enough fun telling me I looked like Danny Devito in twins, etc etc. After about 30 mins, I got the suit, shirt, and ties.
It probably wouldn't of been as amusing, not hungover, but it was fun. I'm positive after we left, questions were aroused, but whatever, got my ->-bleeped-<-