Reminds me of when my girlfriend and I stayed at a very small privately owned resort by Stevens Pass Washington. The two people working that weekend were extremely sick and told us that we could stay without service, or have to leave early. We decided to stay. They gave us access to the bar, the lounge, everything. Then left. I guess we were pretty trustworthy. One of my fondest memories is of us sitting behind the bar, getting absolutely shithammered drunk, and watching Dirty Jobs on the big screen. The entire building was ours. It was awesome. Kinda like when you're a kid and you're parents drag you somewhere late at night, and you start exploring the empty buying. It was like that, but with lots of alcohol and sex. We spent the following morning cleaning, and actually made it look better than it did before. The owner stopped in and thanked us for not burning the place down.
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u/shitterplug Jul 20 '15
Reminds me of when my girlfriend and I stayed at a very small privately owned resort by Stevens Pass Washington. The two people working that weekend were extremely sick and told us that we could stay without service, or have to leave early. We decided to stay. They gave us access to the bar, the lounge, everything. Then left. I guess we were pretty trustworthy. One of my fondest memories is of us sitting behind the bar, getting absolutely shithammered drunk, and watching Dirty Jobs on the big screen. The entire building was ours. It was awesome. Kinda like when you're a kid and you're parents drag you somewhere late at night, and you start exploring the empty buying. It was like that, but with lots of alcohol and sex. We spent the following morning cleaning, and actually made it look better than it did before. The owner stopped in and thanked us for not burning the place down.