I used to bartend in high school, it was a joke that at 2 am the ugly lights came on and you did a double take of the girl you have been talking to for the last hour!
I actually had an old boss that ordered a pocket bike off ebay and didn't remember doing it. He took me out to his car and it was in the back seat. He new I rode motorcycles and he's like "wtf do I do with this??"
It was a fancy tent, with a frame and beautiful hard plywood floors. It was actually a beautiful unspoiled place, Alagnak river, unbelievable summer of fly fishing,
Thanks, because I come on a road racing motorcycle forum to brag about getting denied boarding a plane for to many rum drinks and make up a story for the beeb about a Philippina maid with a note under the door