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Travelling through Seattle a good 15 years ago, I remembered an old friend I used to blow up Action Men with. We were bored, nothing to lose , so I looked him up in the phonebook. He was the only one of that name in there. "Come and stay," goes he.

Me and my mates were living in a car at that point so a bed was a novelty. After searching for a while, we rock up to a very posh mansion on Puget Sound with its own Helipad. "Come flying," goes he.

Has your luck held out recently?

(, Thu 14 Sep 2006, 18:43)
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In San Antonio
3 of us head out to San Antonio Bay for some summer action (the highlight of which included me coming back to the hotel "Commando"). We arrive at the Hotel Palmera at about 1pm, and get our luggage taken to the rooms. In the meantime, we're escorted to the outside bar which is literally a walk onto the beach, and has a huge cushion sitting area.

We begin, by immediately getting hammered. This unfortunately comes more naturally to one of our party however, the ever artful Lancey. He gets howling. A good few hours in, we start to explore the seafront, and it's lovely cle-on-tel (or however you fucking spell it, pedant).

We send Lancey to the bar, and a split second later he's vanished. What the fuck? We completely search one bar, nothing. We search every other bar at the front, not a whisper. Oh fuck, 1st night in and kidnap rape stories would be popping up, great stuff.

We head back to the Hotel Palmera; no sign of him in reception, I head up to the room, no sign there either. I head back down to reception, and I can hear someone rather drunkedly shouting;
"I'm looking for Jeccy!!!! Where's Jeccy??"
The receptionist simply says "Keh?" and looks confused. I get there, grab him by his neck and drag him to the room, where I locked him out on the balcony for 3 hours to sober up.

The next morning, we're quizzing him on where the fuck he got to, and he had an "unexpected good fortune" moment (hence this long and odd posting). He'd wondered haplessly drunk into the Hotel Palmera, then asked the receptionist to call a taxi for him. The taxi arrives, and he stumbles in, intent on his destination.
"Hotel Palmera please driver thanks."
The driver goes to drive, then does a double-take and points to the hotel he just walked out of. "Keh?"
"Palmera please." The driver points again, "Keh?"
"Oh thanks" says Lancey, and he gets out and wanders back into reception again. That was a bit of unexpected luck, and no mistake.

For months later, I'd convinced him that it was bad enough finding him in reception, but where the fuck did he get that bag of knickers from? I had murderous trouble trying to get rid of that before anyone found out. He was paranoid for weeks.
(, Tue 19 Sep 2006, 7:59, Reply)

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