So my last night in Montreal was the only one we really stayed out late and drank a lot. It was a pretty relaxing type of vacation, minus the painful 8 hours of being tattooed on the ribs.
So anyway after going to bed around 330am thursday, I woke up. Not sure what time it was or how long I had been asleep. But what I do know is I did not wake up in my bed in the hotel.
I was in a service elevator hallway.
I woke up and thought, "where the hell am I?"
Luckily I had gone to bed wearing shorts and a t-shirt. It would have been much worse to wake up there naked.
But I did not have my glasses on. So I made my way through the very blurry world back to my room. One big problem.
The door was locked.
I knocked but knew there was pretty much zero chance my friend would hear me.
What was I going to do? Sleep on the floor in the hallway? I hoped not.
I went down to the lobby. No one else was up in the hotel. One lone guy sat behind the front desk. I walked up. He said nothing. I squinted and realized he was fast asleep, sitting at the desk.
I got him to wake up, and told him I had locked myself out of my room. He asked my room number and made me a new key card.
I was both relieved and slightly creeped out of how easy it was for me to get a room key without a single question.
I headed back up to the room and went back to bed.
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[EARLIER THAT NIGHT]...if its any sort of indicator.
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