Oh yeah, and I had an interesting all nighter in the French alps. We got carried away with a pub crawl and clubbing, dancing with our pants off on the bar tables and getting punched by bouncers and missed the bus back up the mountain to our ski resort.
Ha! said I, I have always yearned to climb a mountain as dawn breaks behind it. But, oh wait... One of our friends (friend A) went missing, off trying to find some girl he met earlier in the night. While we looked for him, our friend (B) hitch hiked up the mountain road to get home, leaving me and one friend (C).
After looking for the two other guys and failing, I came back to find friend C asleep in the snow off the side of the road, when I tried to drag him up he said "Nooooo, just leave me, it's so warm man... so warm in the snow.. just let me sleep for a few more minutes."
I figure this is a bad sign so I make him get up and we begin the walk up the mountain. Oh wait, friend C just ran over to someones house. Now he's banging on their doors and windows, but why?
"Let your dog inside, I think it's cold!" he was screaming at them, but they wouldn't come and talk to him (for very obvious reasons, he was being a menace) Anyway we were bored so we unchained the dog and took it up the mountain with us.
4 Hours or so later we made it home. Friend A we presumed was dead, but friend B was home safe. We fed the dog all our bacon and I had some coco-pops. The sun was up when friend A got back, he thought he was freezing to death and so he broke into some log cabin on the side of the mountain breaking the window with a mug he found, and slept there.
Is that dog real? I'm so tired I just don't even know he says.
Cool dog, that.
And this is the story of why the French hate foreigners.
