Last Night In Munich...

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So, Munich has been an awsome city to visit. We drank some delicious beer, ate succulent bavarian dishes, took many many pictures and, most importantly, met some really weird people.
Two such persons were uor room mates. Two canadians from Alberta (1boy/1girl) who were in Germany to attend many many heavy metal concerts. So far, so good. We barely ever see them and when we do, they're both very nice and normal.
That was until last night. We go down to the hostel's pub to have a drink on our last night in town. After a few minutes, we notice that our canadian friends are also in the bar and are now painfully drunk. The boy leaves to try and find the bathroom. Meanwhile, canada girl jumps on the first hippy that walks by and gives him a make-out session like you only see at the pictures.
At this point I decide to head back to our room to make sure that their drunken stuper hasn't affected anything in the room. The boy is trying to get into the room by pulling on the handle instead of pushing. Instead of laughing, i offer to help him get in. He, not realising that we've met before and are sharing a room, tells me that he's just waiting for a friend and doesn't need to go in the room.
Back at the bar, we witness the girl suddenly get up and run for towards the bedrooms, where we assume she's going to be sick. So we stay in the bar for another half hour before calling it a night. Little did we know what was in store for us.
We get tot the room, everything is fine. no mess. no problems, so far.
About two hours later I awake to strange sounds coming from the corner of the room where the lockers are located. In the dark, I can make out a girl fumbling to get a locker door open. Half asleep, i assume this is Kristelle. I make a trip to the washroom and, on my way back, notice that Kristelle is sound asleep in the bunk above mine. Who's in the corner??
I turn the reading light above my pillow on to gert a better look at what exactly is going on. Gabby, our female dorm mate, is in her underwear holding on to a locker door as she sways back and forth, obviously still struggling with the amount of alcohol she consumed. The floor around her seems to be wet. 'She probably spilled water' a tell myself, as it doesn't smell of vomit. thank god it's not vomit...
So I'm sitting on my bed, waiting to see what exactly she's up to with the lockers, when she starts crouching down and trying to fit into what is now my empty locker. Just to give you an idea, these lockers are barely big enough to fit one backpack. not the kind of place for a drunk girl to fit into. But, she had managed to get most of herself in there, head first, and was now pulling the door shut behind her. This is the point where i decide to wake kristelle from her deep sleep to see what she thinks of this whole thing. Gabby has now come out of the locker and is holding herself up using the wall that all of kristelle's are up against. Kristelle takes full control of the situation, turning on all the lights and yelling at Gabby to get back to her bed "Gabby! you're trying to get into the locker! whats going on with you? get back to bed" surprisingly, this girl obeys to kristelle's wishes and runs back to bed like a scared child. We each look at eachother like 'what the hell... good thing we leave tomorrow morning. It's around 1am at this point.
With everyone back in bed, the lights go off and we try to get back to sleep. Before that could happen, she is back out of her bed and making her way for those damn lockers again. Crouching in front of the lockers, she looks as if she's going to have another go at fitting in there. However, the next thing we know, all we hear is liquid pouring onto the floor. Is she puking?? oh no! that's not the sound of someone vomiting. That's the sound of a grown girl peeing on the floor, through her underwear. Kristelle jumps out of bed and while i'm opening the lights, she's getting her bags away from the urine and yelling "GABBY!!! What are you doing??? you're peeing all over the floor! go back to bed right now!!" which she does...
Throughout this whole time, the other guy is sleeping like a baby.
We make our way out of the room and to the lobby where we inform the manager of the great guest he has in room 406.
He comes back upstairs with us, and while we pack our things to move to a new room, he wakes up the guy and tells him that he has urine to clean off the floor before they both check out in 30mins. This guy could not understand any less the situation presented to him. Still very drunk, he tries to ask why he should be in charge of this mess. "it's probably that guy's fault!" he says, pointing to a pile of clothes resting on a chair. The manager looks at us and rolls his eyes. We're shown to our new room and given free breakfast vouchers for our troubles.
So, all in all, a great story and a free breakfast. Not a bad night