Yes, Al, you can pass out in my room. Back in college, when someone would pass out in a common area of my fraternity, they would get abused in many funny ways. One way was to set unfinished 9-oz plastic cups of beer on them (we primarily drank from 9 oz. cups, so after any night, there would be 100s of partially drank cups sitting around); once they moved while sleeping...what a mess. The further amplification of this method was if the person was passed out on a couch, they would have the stale beers set on them, and then an second couch was placed upside down and opposite the other couch to create a tomb of sorts. So you'd move, get soaked, wake up, and then you wouldn't know where you were. What great fun.


Eastland, that might be an issue. I wonder if the hotel has some other events going on at the same time and maybe is booked up a little bit.

Excerpt from Robert Crais' "The Monkey's Raincoat:"
"She took another microscopic bite of her sandwich, then pushed it away. Maybe she absorbed nutrients from her surroundings."