once at work party....
One company where I worked had just finished a roll-out of new hardware and software across the estate, and to celebrate there was an all expenses paid night out in Dorking. I being based in Bristol got a lift up with 2 of the trainers. We dumped our stuff into the hotel rooms and hit the bars! We turned up fashionably late to the party and quickly made our way to the free bar and proceeded to order drink after drink. Dancing ensued, food got thrown and I managed to spill a large glass of red wine all down my colleagues new silk shirt (oopsie, sorry Graham). Anyway, queue time to get back to the hotel room, I was in too much of a state to find anyone else so spent a good hour ringing round taxi Cos to get there. Eventually i got there and went to my room, got undressed, used the bathroom and laid on the bed. at some point I had become naked I decided to see if anyone else was back yet, so left my room, door slamming behind me... when I realised no one else was about, I found I couldn’t get back into my room as I had forgotten the cardkey thing that opens the door, so being naked and keyless I wander down to reception to try and get a spare, passing some elderly couples on my way who gave the odd remark. Eventually I turn up at reception and they refuse to help me as I am naked and pi$$ed, so catch 22, no clothes, naked, locked our of room, reception won't help me without clothes on. So I wander around the hotel until I find a laundry room, find a sheet / duvet cover wrap myself up in and head back to reception who shyly hand over a spare key. I eventually get back to my room and crash out, next morning I am woken by my Bristol based pals who inform me I have missed breakfast and we are about to leave, I quickly dress, stuff all of crap into my bag and join the queue of hung-over work mates to check out, getting some funny looks from them, the hotel staff and some of the paying guess, totally unaware of why.

When back in the car and safely on the motorway, the project manager called Ali who was driving, she put it on speaker and he began to repeat what the hotel staff and told him about my naked antics, I went bright red and slunk into the back seat... as you can imagine, it didn't take long for the whole company to find out and various rumours, nicknames etc were email to me non-stop for weeks.

I can see the funny side, I always seem to end up taking my clothes off when a bit worse for wear.

Length? not that long, it was a cold night!
(wireless_tommer, Fri 21 Dec 2007, 13:32, Reply)