I'm three parts German and one part Scotch-Irish.
I demand a refund!!
You got robbed. One part Irish, one part Scots, one part German. I get buzzed fast but it's a long, long ways to drunk and barfing.
Case in point: I had to endure a full-fledged Catholic wedding with 7 - count 'em 7 - groomsmen/bridesmaids in hick town BFE Pennsylvania. None of the bridesmaids were particularly pretty, I was stuck as one of the groomsmen, it was the typical "Stand-sit-kneel repeat" Catholic service, the trombone soloist played all *four* verses of the song instead of just one, we spent hours tromping through corn fields in a rented tux bcs the bride just had to have certain pictures...
and given all that incentive, I still woke up fine the next morning despite copious amounts of alcohol (including some very nasty peach schnapps shots that someone had to finish and there were only about three of us actively drinking at this thing).