Saturday 4:27AM: 'OH. MY. GOD!!!!! [Squeal, squeal, squeal!!! Unintelligible gibberish, laughter, squeal!] ...OH. MY. GOD!!!!' [Squeal, squeal, squeal, laughter, more laughter and more squealing].
And this is, presumably, 4 girls or 44 girls in the hallway of our beautiful hotel in San Francisco, doing a very accurate rendition of an elephant stampede. They finally go into their room, and the stampede quiets down, kind of.
Sunday, 7:27AM: Knock knock. Girl, still drunk, totally asleep, answers the door: 'Yes?' she says through bloodshot eyes. And we say: 'Are you guys OK? We were worried last night because it was so loud. We were going to check in on you last night but decided not to, since it was so late.'
But we don't. Talking about it though, makes us squeal with laughter as we walk down the hallway of our beautiful hotel in San Francisco.