When I was in my 20's I had a group of friends who liked nothing better than to go out & drink their faces off on weekends. Great guys but they couldn't control their liquor. When I did hang with them I made sure I had my own car so I could duck out whenever I wanted to. One time, they asked me if I wanted to go to Minneapolis with them for a long weekend. One of them told me about their last trip to the Twin Cities where one of the guys passed out in the hotel elevator & was lying down inside going up & down, up & down. I figured I could get **** faced easier at home, save a lot of money & at least have a hangover the next morning in my own bed rather than in my hotel room just to do it all over again the next night as well as the day after. I politely said no. I figured these guys went to Minneapolis a half dozen times & probably didn't see much of it either.
By the way, that guy from Winnipeg who passed out in that Minneapolis hotel elevator went on to have a hugely successful chiropractic practice in Atlanta.