After a soccer tourney a few years ago. Team was staying at a hotel. We're all sitting around the pool drinking whatever is on the menu and throwing down a few appetizers. I remember that part. After a few hours the group asks "where's wntrrn?" At least that's what I was told. My roomate went off to look for me and found me in our room in a "compromised" position. I know where I woke up that night and what I'd done in the room. Not pretty to say the least. He never said a word to the others other than I wasn't feeling well and went to bed. I still thank him when I see him every few months. Talk about a good friend!