Thursday I had an all day meeting that morphed into being brought pizza and garlic bread at about 6:00pm. then the meeting went truly informal and we started drinking at the bar. Nobody retired to their room for a freshen up, just meeting, pizza, drinking.
So by midnight I was hammered and knackered and had been wearing the same thing for about 18 hours.
I got up to my room, stripped, threw my clothes on the floor and crashed. At no point during the day had I put my bag in the room, so I couldn't even clean my teeth. Woke up Friday morning, didn't have my wash bag, didn't have fresh clothes, so I had to put shirt and trousers back on, creased to buggery, to walk through the hotel and out to the car park to get my bag.
I felt like an absolute tramp. Once out in the car park, there was one of the other guys - retrieving his bag from the back of his car!
lads.