No, I really wanted in!
Alright, short story.
Last April 25-27, we were in Davenport IA for the spring meet, and It was either Friday or Saturday night, and we were in downtown Davenport IA bar hoppin' and some of us decided to go back to the hotel, it was like 12:30, it was late. Well Brian and I drove back to the hotel with Jimmy and his wife Michelle, and I was pretty drunk. I don't remember exactly what I had, but it was a few shots and a few beers, and I'm sort of a lightweight, so it doesn't take me much. Anyways, we get back to the hotel and Brian and I shared a room with Tanner, so we're going through the lobby and we see that the elevator door is closing, so I run up and kick my right leg in (high) so the doors don't close. I didn't see her, but there was a middle aged woman standing in the elevator and I guess I almost kicked her in the leg. Anyways, we get into the elevator and I didn't look at her, but Brian did and he said she had this horrified look on her face (my bad ma'am) so the elevator takes us to our floor, and halfway between the elevator and our room I decided I NEEDED some Doritos...NOW! So I'm staggering down the hallway, playing pinball down the hallway, and I finally get to the vending machines, buy my beloved "Cooler Ranch" Doritos, only to have a couple, then pass out on my bed, in my clothes.
No hangover though. All the bacon I had the next morning cured that.