In a span of 15 months from March 2007 to May 2008 I slept in a bed at most twenty times. Is this something I consider an accomplishment? No not really. Beds are my friend, but sometimes being in a extended state of limbo warrants you sleeping on couches and floors. Admittedly, being snuggled in a comfortable bed with another warm body is an ideal situation, but the thrill of roughing it provides enough of a rush that it makes up for that luxury. What the hell am I saying? On second thought, not really. Having a full night of rest sharing the companionship with another human being is preferable to being splayed out from a long night with your allergies going haywire because your friend’s cat decided to make your face their bed. So yeah, beds rule but they aren’t always available. Here are some instances where they weren’t (listed in chronological order):
- 1997 Honda Civic – In the world of college gymnastics the SEC in far and away the best conference. With 13 of the 27 championship teams it’s safe to say the level of competition is high. That’s what drew me to the sport my freshman year of college. Chad and I would follow the team to different meets across the Southeast because, let’s face it, roadtrips are fun. One weekend our obsession took us to Baton Rouge where Alabama faced off against LSU. It wasn’t the competition we went for so much as I had two friends there I wanted to visit. When we arrived we met up with one of them who had her roommate in tow, and went to the meet. After it was over we did various things around campus and hung out at a local eatery. From there we went our separate ways, them in search of more fun, us to find my other friend. New Orleans wasn’t too far away so we went there and back after picking him up for no reason other than we were bored and gas didn’t cost $4/gallon. As we were returning to Baton Rouge it dawned on us we didn’t have a place to stay that night. We had gone on this trip with the assumption we’d stay with one of these two friends. Sleeping on a bare dorm room floor didn’t appeal to us so we had to come up with something else since that’s all they could offer. My friend attempted to get us a hotel room on his dad’s credit card, but Chad and I quickly declined that offer. This was our mess to get out of not his. Once we dropped him off at his place we did what any self respecting people would have done in the situation. Reclined the seats, put a mellow CD in the radio, and went right to sleep in the dorm parking lot. It wasn’t the most comfortable sleep I’ve had (civics aren’t very accommodating to a 6′2″ frame) but it made for a great story.
- Floor of Byrd Hall Basement – Birmingham was where I moved once I finished school in Tuscaloosa, though I made the 45 minute trek on a regular basis to enjoy the company of friends. On one night I remember leaving work and going down to try and see what trouble I could get into with my buddies living in the dorm. Still wearing my work clothes (dress shirt, tie, and slacks) I began drinking one of the worst concoctions I ever made. Of my friends I fancied myself the bartender of the group even though I had no industry experience, didn’t use proven recipes, and never made drinks people wanted to finish. Triple dose of awesome for me. That night I combined coffee and banana liqueur in a drink I called “Banana Split.” It sounded really good and had lots of promise, but my mistake was not getting anything to thin the mixture. Also, instead of splurging on Kahlua I went with the much more affordable Chapala. I’m not saying that it’s the worst thing in the world, but it caused a friend of mine to shit himself on a separate occasion. He wasn’t terribly drunk either. So this thick off-brand of super sweet liqueur was mixed with another sweet syrupy liqueur. Diabetes juice in a cup is pretty much what it amounted to and I was pretty inebriated after finishing both bottles myself. The next thing I remember is waking up face down on a cold concrete surface with my cheek submerged in a shallow pool of spit from where I’d been drooling. My mind started racing to try and figure out where I was and what had happened. Then I had a moment of clarity. We’d been hanging out in the basement of the men’s honors residence (which just screams filthy) when I “fell asleep” on the floor. Now here is where the story gets interesting. In order to get out of the basement you had not only pass where I was, you had to physically step over me to exit. Every single one of the half-dozen or so friends I was down there with did exactly that. At the time I was furious they didn’t even bother to put me on one of the many couches that were around, but looking back on it I would stepped right over them too so I can’t get too mad.
- Floor of Las Vegas Hotel Room – Last year I decided to go to Las Vegas for my birthday with a few friends I met in California. It was loads of fun. Up to a certain point. After that point things just began to get a little ridiculous. Three passengers enjoying the ride, singing, and being rowdy was fine on the way down. We got checked into the hotel and proceeded to pound drinks as if we had been stranded in a desert for weeks. Things got a little strange after that. Sarah had a fight with Chad A. and decided she could no longer stay in the same room as us. She grabbed Carrie threw all of their stuff together and left. I followed them, got them checked into another room at the same hotel, and had a good laugh as Carrie fell in front of the hotel. Did I mention she had just gotten out of the shower and didn’t have on any underwear? Well she had and she didn’t, meaning she flashed an entire crowd of people when her dress came up to her waist. Before too long I got them settled in and went back to tend to Chad. He was down so we went to Hooters to try and cheer him up with some drinks and food. Why else would we be going to Hooters? Eventually we all met back up to go to some club where the girls knew a bouncer who was supposed to get us in. What they failed to tell him was that they had two guy friends with them. We weren’t allowed to get in without waiting in line for three hours. Chad and I turned down that offer and went somewhere else. At this point I was so pissed because it was my birthday, nothing was going according to plan, and we had to take a cab to get back to the strip where we were staying. My only goal was to get as drunk as possible and have as much fun as I could. We ended up at some piano bar where I gave the player $60 to play “Sweet Home Alabama” (it was Sarah’s money, she gave it to me because she didn’t have pockets. Oops) and proceeded to forget where I was. Our plan once we left there was to go back to the hotel room, change into more comfortable shoes, and then go back out. Our plan was not a very successful one. While in the room I “fell asleep” on the floor even though there was an empty bed four feet from where I was. I woke up in much the same manner as the story above, questioning my location and figuring out how I ended up in said location. Eventually I made my way up onto the bed, but only after spending several hours on the floor.
- 2005 Jeep Wrangler – Chad and I had driven to L.A. to celebrate one friend’s birthday, SDW, and another’s departure, Lauren. The bar was open with the wrist bands we were provided they just wanted you to tip the bartenders well. So we did. After we drank an excessive amount alcohol. We were also in town for an Ultimate tournament that was taking place the next day so we decided we’d just spend the night at the fields. Little did we know that we’d be so incapacitated when we hatched this plan. After getting turned around in the neighborhood the bar was in we did the second most responsible thing we could have done. The most responsible would have been to never leave the bar in the first place, and the second most was to just pull over where we were and go to sleep. Neither of us know exactly the area we were in when we pulled over, but it was less than a mile away from the bar. We ended up being fairly rested the next day. By rested I mean able to do Irish car bombs on the field the next day.
- 1997 Jeep Cherokee – On my drive back from California I left on a Sunday afternoon and planned on driving straight back all in one go. Google maps approximated it would take me 29 hours to complete the 2000 mile trip. Being a creature of the night made this seem like a very reasonable thing to attempt. Some of my belongings were loaded into the back of my jeep and I set out for Alabama. All was well until I got into New Mexico. Driving through the middle of the night has it’s perks. Less traffic and fewer cops on the road means you can be relaxed when driving faster than you normally would. On the other end of the spectrum though, lots of the gas stations close after a certain time forcing you to go longer than you would prefer on the same tank of gas. Under most circumstances this wouldn’t necessarily be a problem, but it was one for me when all I had to pay for gas was a Chevron card. And, you guessed it, the only Chevron for miles around had closed for the night. Initially I stopped at the station, was let down, and got back on the interstate in search of the next one down the line. However, in this particular part of New Mexico they had a long stretch before I even saw another station of any kind. With my fuel light telling me I had fewer than 20 miles to go, I decided I should stop and ask where the nearest Chevron was. That nice bearded, unkempt, dirty looking gentleman told me I’d run into one 40 or so miles east of there, or I could backtrack 16 miles to the one I had stopped at before. Seeing as how I am not a big fan of walking 20 miles I went back to the one west of there. Displayed on the door were the hours of operation and I had a little over three and a half hours until they opened. Next door to the gas station was a hotel, and I decided my body would appreciate a few hours sleep at this point. So I drive over there only I didn’t get a room (why would I). Instead I situated myself in the back of my jeep on the floor between the two rows of seats, covered myself with my leather jacket to keep warm on that cold night, and put my iPod in. I managed to get a couple of hours in before I set out on the road again. For those of you wondering why I slept at the hotel parking lot and not the gas station it’s simple. One vehicle sitting at an empty gas station may draw the attention of authorities and delinquents alike. Out of state tags in a hotel parking lot are totally normal, plus they often times have surveillance on the premises to make you feel safe. Keep that in mind the next time you have to make that choice. I certainly will.
Not everyone has stories like these so feel free to list places you have slept other than your bed if it will help you complete your list. Obviously I didn’t need to use such a stipulation since I didn’t even include the story of me going to sleep on the floor of a bar. Scandalous. Either that or disgusting you decide which. In the meantime List 5 places you’ve slept other than a bed.
Tags: Beer, Birthday, Drunk, Honda Civic, Jeep, Jeep Cherokee, Jeep Wrangler, Las Vegas, Sleep
July 17, 2008 at 10:24 am
1. A bus, it doesn’t matter if it was a school bus or a charter bus, if you were in band (which I was) you learned to sleep on it. I can’t count how many times that I’ve gone to sleep on a bus and woken up completely confused because I had no f-ing clue where I was or was woken up by people cackling or a burping contest. Because I was in band, if I’m in a vehicle for more than ten minutes and I’m not driving/being actively kept awake…I’m out
2. In a biplane flying over the Alps. Apparently this was one of the most beautiful things the people in my group had ever seen but I hadn’t sleep for the entire trip across the ocean to Germany and something about that tiny plane put me to sleep. Austin tried to wake me up and apparently I chewed him out…I have no recollection of this.
3. In the corner. When I was little and got in trouble, I got put in the corner with my nose to the wall. There’s this picture of me and I have to be in like kindergarten because I wasn’t wearing a uniform and my class didn’t have to. I also had this massive sucker in my hand that the 8th graders sold on fridays to help pay for their 8th grade trip.
4.In my car in McDonald’s parking lot every Saturday or Sunday morning that I had to open and be there at like 4:30 or 5:00 am. I would get there and there wouldn’t be a manager there so I would take a nap until they got there and knocked on my window to tell me to come inside.
5. This one is the best….on the concrete in front of a gas station at a truck stop. Like I mentioned earlier, I was in the band. Well, I did a summer guard that traveled all over the states and there was this one night that the a/c on the bus broke so we were sitting at this rest stop, waiting for the buses to fuel up and (hopefully) get our a/c fixed and i just konked out right there in front of the gas station
July 17, 2008 at 12:06 pm
1. Various floors in dorm rooms, sorority houses, slumber parties from childhood and at my own house when I was too pooped to make it to bed.
2. On a yoga mat in class. At the end of class during the cool down portion I totally started catching zzz’s. What do they expect you to do when they say pretend you’re lying in a hammock?
3. The asphalt parking lot of the Birmingham Jefferson Civic Complex. In order to audition for American Idol, (yes, I said it) I had to be at the venue by 4:00 in the morning. I feel asleep sitting on the ground surrounded by thousands of people.
4. In my car in a Shoney’s parking lot. I was taking a break when I was making the commute from my internship in Atlanta back to Birmingham.
5. Back in my rave days I used to take naps in corners and booths in order to get my second wind.
July 17, 2008 at 12:09 pm
1) The front seat of a 1997 Crown Vic that belongs to our newspaper’s photographer. – It’s a running joke in the newsroom that if I am riding in a car, I will fall asleep within 2.6 seconds. This story came from my first time on the weekend reporting rotation. We had a heavy day. We started out at the Antique Tractor Show at the James E. Ward Agricultural Center, Home of the World-Famous Wilson County Fair ™. I slept the entire way. Roughly 4 minutes from the newspaper. Then I slept on the way to Mt. Juliet for something or other (10 minutes). And then I slept from there to the Wine Festival (another 10 minutes). Needless to say the 15-20 minute drive from the Wine Fest back to the office, I slept too. Mostly from the “research” I had to do at the Wine Fest.
2) Various couches in Byrd Hall – What with all the drinking and the late nights. I slept on Shane Scott’s couch, on the couches in the drawing room and on the vinyl “couches” in the Basement. Knowing what goes on in the Basement (Dom, I’m looking, uncomfortably, in your direction), it’s a tremendous credit to my immune system I didn’t leave with a social disease.
3) A very uncomfortable bench at the Election Commission – I love Election Nights. But boy are they lengthy for a newsman like me. Fortunately, the fine ladies at the Wilson County Election Commission absolutely love me, so they don’t mind if I stretch out on their benches while waiting for returns. They even wake me up when they have new information.
4) The first-floor bathroom at Byrd Hall – I don’t know if passing out counts as sleeping, but this is among the grandest passing out stories of all time. I called in sick to Sports Information and got Josh to buy me some Seagram’s gin. I was the only one with a cup and no one else pitched in. And I drank about half the bottle. Next thing I know, Brandi is screaming, allegedly because she thought I was dead on the bathroom floor. In hindsight, I figure I was passed out for at least an hour, so my concern is A) either no one used the bathroom or 2) people did and just did their business around my sprawling, skinny body.
5) Some girl’s bed – The Sunday before Halloween. This story is only noteworthy because we ended up at her place, so she had to drive me home. But I didn’t change after our Halloween party, so I woke up with runny mascara and then I had to ride back to my house, holding a bra in one hand and my shoes in the other and wearing a skirt. And I thought to myself “So this is the Walk of Shame.”
July 17, 2008 at 2:39 pm
btw, roach, didn’t you end up in poobie’s driveway after malletcon this year?
July 17, 2008 at 11:02 pm
1.) I slept in school, 2nd period English my freshman year. Ms. Faulker remains one of my least favorite teachers of all time and I hope to GOD that I snored in her class. Funny thing is I never slept in any other classes, and I got a B+ in this class.
2.) I slept on the floor of my own apartment. Me and the ex had a not so sturdy bed in our early days and with both of us being not so small people, we needed to make due with what we had. I chose to be a gentleman and offer her the bed while I retired to the floor many nights. Mostly just when she had to work the next day. I got used to it.
3.) I slept on the floor at my girlfriend’s apartment when I went up to Missouri to pick her up. We had moved all of her stuff into the UHaul and there was nothing left in the apartment except a small couch. We took blankets and pillows and slept on the floor before getting up the next morning and heading back to Bama…
4.) That same weekend, I flew from Birmingham to Kansas City. I slept on the plane. The seats were awful and I forgot how insanely uncomfortable it was to actually fly. The plane goes up and down, up and down… But I had only slept for like three hours before boarding a 6 am connecting flight to Memphis. Needless to say that I wasn’t concerned with where I was sleeping.
5.) In Mobile Alabama, June 14th, 2003, I slept in a rental car. I had gone to a wedding and I was really bored at the reception. I went outside to the car and took a long nap. Unfortunately the reception seemed to be a 10 hour plus event. I never thought it would end. This obviously angered the ex, but I was angry that I was stuck at this reception that wouldn’t end for hours and hours.
July 18, 2008 at 9:39 pm
1. Movie Theater – Come on. We’ve all done it. It happens quite often to me. I love the comfy chairs after eating a garbage bag full of $10 popcorn.
2. Red fake leather couch in my dorm room – We had a stadium seating type arrangement in front of the Playstation in order to have multiple people watching and playing EA Sports College Football. It also allowed multiple people to hang out during other TV activities. Not only were there many a night falling asleep while others played Playstation but it was not uncommon for multiple people to be asleep at once. The couch was a natural sedative. You’d sink into the cushions and it did not take long and you were out. The best thing about it was waking up to a pool of drool and then pealing your skin off of the vinyl.
3. Philosophy 101 @ ten Hoor – It was one of those great Tuesday/Thursday classes where no matter what I tried I could not stay awake. Now there are many a desk and auditorium that I fell asleep in during my college career but I vividly remember this class because I truly think I fell asleep every time I attended.
4. Numerous floors – Dorm rooms, hotel rooms, and friends homes. I’m not a big fan but give me a couple of pillows and a comforter and I’m good to go.
5. Numberous locations in Byrd Hall @ the University – Basement, lobby chairs (when we could still have them), prison furniture throughout the dorm, or in the computer room next to Satterfield while he was chatting with 10 year old girls. They are all special for special reasons.
July 20, 2008 at 8:09 am
1. In the passenger seat of a Chevy Celebrity station wagon while driving cross-country with the family. We were in the middle of nowhere, and too tired to go any further. So, Dad pulled off the road and up on a hill, got out his sleeping bag and stretched out beside the car. Mom got the driver’s seat, and my sister got the backseat. It wasn’t the most comfortable or restful night, but it sure made our trip a little more interesting!
2. In a tent. My family has gone camping ever since I was little, and my Dad was a big fan of “roughing it.” No national parks for us! We were on 4WD only roads with no running water, 20 minutes away from the nearest paved road. So, imagine my surprise when, during the same cross-country trip (see #1) we stopped at a national park. Within state and national parks, you have to pitch your tent in a sandbox of rocks. My thin little sleeping bag pad couldn’t stop the river stones from making a most uncomfortable nest, and further cemented my love of pitching a tent directly on the ground.
3. On the couch. A bonafide night owl, sometimes I’ll channel surf until my body passes out. This most often happens when I’m downstairs on the couch, and I wake up at 3 AM wondering what all the noise is about. Also, when I’m sick I tend to come home and collapse on the couch – the only time in my life that I actually take naps during the day.
4. At my desk. I’ve been so exhausted that I’ve put my head down at work and simply fallen asleep. Most of the time, either no one notices me or they feel so bad they just let me be. Usually, after a quick 20 minute shut eye I’m back up-and-running again.
5. In a moving vehicle. I’m the Queen of falling asleep in a car. I can try to stay awake in the passenger seat, but often have to succumb to my rapidly closing eyelids. In the back seat? No chance. I’m out a like a light. My friends joke that having me in the car is like practice for having a small child who is lulled to sleep by the car’s movement. However, I can also fall asleep on a plane before we even head off down the runway. This tendency makes it easy for me to take long flights, and annoys my friends who find it impossible to sleep on planes!
July 21, 2008 at 2:51 pm
1. Floors-> Everyone has at least one in their house/apartment/whatever. Give me a pillow and a blanket and I will just lay down and fall asleep.
2. In the middle of the woods-> For two years I was in ROTC. Our annual fall training weekend was in September last year, so we went out into the woods and set up a patrol base and had 5% security (which means that only 3 of us were awake at a time, this way we are still “secure” from enemies but everyone has a rotation of guard watch so that everyone gets at least some sleep). Lets just put it this way, I swear to this day that I had half of the insect life in that damn place crawl over me that night. Fun times.
3. Back seat of my GMC Yukon.-> Velcro came into town on a Thursday night in the fall, and I had to go to PT the next morning. Me, Dowdy, Jonesy, kelsoe, and god knows who else went to the velcro show, got our faces rocked off and had a great time. Me and Dowdy had to be at PT at 5am that morning, and we didn’t leave the Jupiter untill 2am, when they kicked us out. So, we went back to our house, showered, shaved and got into our PT uniforms in about 10-12 minutes. We drove out to the place where formation was, and parked the car around 3am. We got maybe two hours of sleep before having to stumble out of the car and get into formation. Needless to say, that was not a fun day of PT.
4. Bathroom floor-> I single this out because I used to do this all the time in high school. When my mom would wake me up to go to school, I would go to the bathroom and act like I was getting in the shower, but instead would lay down on the floor and catch about 5-10 extra minutes of sleep before taking my shower and going to school.
5.Class-> I can literally sleep in any classroom on the campus of the University of Alabama. The last I kept track of it, the longest I ever went without sleeping in a class was something like 72 hours. Maybe that is why I haven’t graduated yet…………
July 23, 2008 at 6:32 pm
1) Multiple places in Byrd Hall, lobby, basement, hall.
2) Floor of our apartment in Monterey, CA while I was in the Army at the Defense Language Institute – we were very poor in a rich place.
3) Bathtub in a hotel room in Panama City.
4) Coaches’ Offices in Northport, Moundville, Gulf Shores, and Decatur (and team buses to and from these places).
5) Floor of Craig Todaro’s girlfriend’s house in New Orleans
(I think).
July 23, 2008 at 6:37 pm
6) Foxhole in the woods at Fort Jackson, SC while in full “chemical” suit because the wind shifted and we were surrounded by a cloud of teargas for a few hours. Dozed off.
7) Also at Fort Jackson, near an explosives firing range. We’d finished our training and in the midst of continuous explosions of hand grenades, LAWS rockets, grenade launchers, and emplaced machine gun fire, my entire squad sat on a small bleacher and fell asleep.
July 24, 2008 at 8:42 am
1. I spent the night on a balcony of a hotel room in Panama City when I was about 16. I had been drinking that night and when I tried to go to sleep the other people in the room were snoring and I couldn’t get to sleep. I took my spongy hotel blanket and flat hotel pillow and carried it out to the balcony and slept there for the remainder of the night. The waves of the ocean matched with my alcohol intake made for a very restful night.
2. I slept on the bathroom floor in a friend’s house once. The sick thing is, it was completely unintentional. It was New Year’s Eve our senior year of high school and Jamie and I had aquired a big ‘ole bottle of our friend, Jose to indulge in for the evening. The problem began after I began the night dealing with an ex and then went on to the party. Because of the annoyance that was brewing inside of me, I attacked the night head on with too many shots way too quickly. By 10:30 I was lying in a pile of dirty clothes in the bathroom, throwing my guts up. I vaguely remember people coming in, peeing over or around me and later, wishes of Happy New Year from my closest friends. I missed the New Year and 2 whole days after it. Not one of my proudest moments.
3. I slept in a hammock in the Yucatan Penninsula in the middle of the summer while taking an archaeology course in College. The trip lasted for 5 weeks and for more than half of that, my brightly coloured hammock became my comfort zone. The creepiest place I slept on that trip was in a derelict plantation home that had once produced un-godly amounts of sugar cane. The place was huge and had many outbuildings and even a church on site. The problems was that this locality had been deserted for many years and was now home to all kinds of undesirable creatures. I slept with bats overhead and showered with tarantulas. My trusty hammock, matched with an essential mosquito net, was extremely comfortable throughout that trip. Really.
4. I travelled down to New Orleans for the weekend with a group of my friends my junior year of College to see Widespread Panic play a Halloween show. We all rode down together as a group in a friend’s strangler van. The show was amazing and as we packed up to head down to the Mississippi Coast to stay the rest of the weekend in one of the friend’s beach houses, I took a hit of acid. The journey was a couple of hours and as we were taking off, I asked my friend who was driving to make a pit stop to pee at the next gas station he came across. Somehow along the way I had fallen asleep and when we arrived at the gas station he woke me. I bounced out of the van and went in to get a drink and as soon as I reached the doors of the store, the acid hit me. All of the coolers along the back wall seemed miles away. They shined brightly at me and seemed to be taunting me. The tiled, black and white floor was unsteady and mocked my inability to look and act like a normally. I couldn’t make sense of any of it so I abandoned the idea of buying a drink and went to the bathroom and straight back into the safety of the van. I don’t know how I did it, but I managed to fall asleep sober in a van and wake up tripping.
5. I slept under a bus shelter in Newcastle, Northern Ireland in the dead of winter once. I had just recently met my now husband while on an exchange program and we decided to go somewhere on the bus. We had nowhere in particular in mind but ended up on the bus to the seaside town of Newcastle. On the journey down, we passed the last bus back to Belfast, though we didn’t realize it at the time. We spent the evening on the beach and had a curry chip for dinner. It started to get really cold and when we checked the bus times, it was then that we realized that we were stuck in Newcastle for the night. Because we had left on a whim, neither of us had brought anything sensible with us. We only had our return ticket and about £10 between us. We thought about sleeping in Tullymore National Forest but as night settled, it became emensely dark. We walked back down into the town and spent several hours in front of a fire we made in a trash can on the beach. I had never experienced cold like it in my life. With the winds blowing off of the Irish Sea, the fire slowly died and we moved to the bus shelter to escape the winds. I don’t know how I managed to sleep for the next 3 hours but I did. We made it on to the first bus back to Belfast and I then slept and snored the whole way.
July 24, 2008 at 12:17 pm
1. The floor: My bed is the most comfortable bed in the world for me. All others come in last. I would much prefer sleeping on the carpeted floor than a bed that’s going to leave me in pain.
2. My couch: My couch is the most comfortable couch in the world. I could live on it if I didn’t have a fear of becoming a couch potato.
3. A pew at church. Sorry reverend, but your sermon bored me to tears and I couldn’t help but fall asleep.
4. My recliner. There is nothing better in the world than falling asleep stretched out in my recliner on lazy fall day while I’m watching football.
5. A busted-ass car. I went on a road-trip to San Antonio. The cheap-skate I was road-tripping with preferred for us to sleep in his busted-ass car at a rest stop instead of A) Letting me drive or B) Getting a hotel room.
September 20, 2008 at 2:39 pm
1. Under a pool table. No, I was not drunk. The night we graduated, we had this thing called Project Graduation. The first part took place at the high school about an hr after graduation and the other part took place at a bowling alley that had a pool room and skating rink. The end of it was about 5am. About 230am alot of us started getting sleepy but the bus wasn’t coming until 5am to get us and take us back to school. So a bunch of us gathered in the pool room and ended up falling asleep under the pool table.
2. An airplane
3. The waiting room at a hospital.
4. A concert. Yes — my freshman year in college there was an Usher/Timbaland/Missy/Total concert. When Total got on stage, they were sooooooooooo dry. I laid my head on my room mates shoulder and the next thing I know, she was wakin me up.
5. On the phone at work. My sophomore year, I worked at this telemarketing place. We had uncoming calls asking us something, I don’t remember what. Well the queue had went down or something and no calls came in. Everybody else were standing up talking and and choppin it up and I laid my head on my desk. My supervisor woke me up like an hour later and a whole group of people were standing around me laughing. They said they had never seen anything like that before.