Two Brothers and alot of beer

So, on Saturday, I went out with one of my roommates and his brother. It seemed like it'd be a low key evening. His brother is slightly older, married, and more responsible. We had a nice dinner and were going to wait for a few friends and have a few drinks.
Simple, right?
Well, the drinks kept coming and so did the people. Finally, it was unfortunately decided that no trip to Madison would be complete without going to a german brewhouse. And that's where the trouble escalated. Things were pretty tame at first, but then the boots of beer started their wavering journey around the table. Polkas were danced. Married women were ogled and possibly groped [not by me]. It was alot of fun. I was remarkably quiet the entire time just absorbing the scene. My roommates brother, visiting from NC, started to develop a thick southern accent as the alcohol content increased. They were hilarious. One brother dancing the polka with anyone who'd let him dance with him; the other brother sitting at the table talking major trash. By the end of the night, I was getting him to say the funniest shit like "don't hate tha playa" and "that's how I roll". Sadly, I decided to cut them off as the vomitometer started to peak....the ride home was rough. I tried to stop my roommate from drunk dialing and he nearly crushed me.....fine pal, do what you want. He even passed out clutching his phone. It was so cute.