![]() When we showed up, he literally looked liked one of the guys towards the end of The Hangover. So we got the phone call and that was the end of our night. He was in tears begging the front desk manager just to call our friend that the hotel room was under. Hotel room was under another friend’s name in our group and he had no ID. So the restaurant phone was no help.ĭude ended up walking several hours, back to our hotel (Aria), through the July heat, in the middle of the night, and through some shady neighborhoods. A lot of us don’t memorize phone numbers nowadays. ![]() He didn’t realize it until after the taxi had already left, that we weren’t in the restaurant. On top of that, he left his wallet and phone in the taxi. Well it turned out his taxi driver dropped him off at the wrong place. Of course we texted him on the update… we had assumed he was still hungover and either bailed or was moving very slowly. ![]() After we ate for a couple hours, we decided to head out towards Fremont. Not me, but a buddy of ours was supposed to meet us at a restaurant.
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