So I'm home, and I'm about to turn in. As a final footnote to the evening, I asked the other guy to wake me at 7. He had been sleeping for a little over 4 hours. I just wanted to hours to be okay for the drive home.
So I wake up to a clatter in the bunkroom, and I look at my watch. It's 9:10AM. It's no big deal, as I didn't have anywhere to go except for here. But I had these horrible visions of people being led into the bunkroom on a tour, to find me. Drooling on a pillow, scratching myself and farting.
Thank God we avoided that sticky wicket.
I'm off to dream about Heidi Klum.