Younger dobber had a business meeting in Atlanta. A group of young, good looking, allergic to sleep business friends, including younger dobber, went out to Buckhead until 4am and then said eff it and drank a couple more beers back at the hotel and went to bed at 5:30. Slept for 2 hours and walked into our 8:00 am meeting.
Fastforward to the group dinner that night. Lots of high level people present. The handsome group of 6 studs was feeling quite shitty and tired. After dessert, we were all asked to go up to the revolving hotel bar for a drink. We said sure, as it was 9:30 or so. One drink and then off to bed, right? Unfortunately, the highest ranking dude at the meeting was well rested from the night before and wanted to go out for a few drinks. Three of us said, eff it, we can do this. We grabbed another guy along with the big wig, who was probably 35-40 years old and off the 5 of us went.
We got back to the hotel at 4:30 am. The big wig, with his European accent, said to us, as we rolled out of the cab, "I have nothing left to offer you except a drink from my mini-bar." I looked him right in the eye, and with both birds shoved in his face, said, "eff YOU! I need some sleep!" He laughed and we all went to bed.
Young dobber was a trooper and made it to the first meeting at 8:00am. The European big wig was so hung over that he said eff it and made his first appearance for the day, wet haired and red eyed, at the line for lunch. I am sure he told the other execs that he had jet lag or some crap.
Side bar 1. I met him again 2 years later and he just laughed when he saw me. The manager I was with couldn't believe that this guy new me.
Side bar 2. Two years after the second encounter, this guy mysteriously took a job about 3 levels beneath where he was. Word got out that the wrong person caught him nailing his secretary on his office desk.
If you were wondering, the guy's name is STUD.
