Phone call Saturday Morning after a night of partying with those damn Swiss at the bar. I was staying at the Lake Louise Inn while working the World Cup.
Dad: Where are you?
Me: In bed
Dad: No you're not...
*I look around, see a bunk above me, still fully dressed.
Dad: ...You at Iains?
Me: No, I think I'm at the Hostel...
Dad: ...Alright, see you at the hill for work
*End phone call*
He was proud...
I couldn't even make it back to my room, which was across the street from the Hostel.
As for friends passing out, I had this one picture of my friend passed out, sitting on the toilet, with the garbage bin on his lap, and his head in it..