A buddy of mine drove out west to Los Angeles over the Thanksgiving week a couple years ago. We drove from Milwaukee to Fort Collins, CO straight through, arriving on Wednesday. Proceeded to visit local watering holes that same night/day, quickly becoming each place's best customers. Hungover all day, had thanksgiving dinner, and proceeded to leave around 5pm. We finally stopped in Vegas for an hour around 4am, it seemed like a complete ghost town. Then continued on our way to downtown LA to check in to the hotel. Turns out we were waaay too early to check into the hotel, so we ended up finding a golf course in San Bernadino that Carl Spackler must have been the superintendant for. The place was terrible. We finally check in around 11am since the front desk said the room was ready. We had been on the go from Tuesday night up until now - drinking heavily, driving for 30 hours, eating a Thanksgiving feast, popping caffeine pills & redbull's all along the way. We had a total of about 7 hours sleep from Tuesday morning up until the point of hotel check-in. We both figured a 2hr nap wouldn't hurt. We both sort of came to our senses at the same point, thinking we were gonna go hit up some clubs or something friday night. But something didn't seem right - it was 9 o'clock and it was light out, not dark, as in Friday night dark. I checked my phone, and sure enough, it was 9am Saturday morning. A 2 hour nap turned into a *22* hour slumber! We were both ticked to say the least, but we made it to the Colosseum to see Notre Dame get throttled by USC in the front row. Ahhh, the good times!