Scott passed out on my couch right after we got home from the bar. Obviously I stacked random objects on him including Gatorade, a lunchbox, a cooler, a clock, and a shovel.
He made it to the second bar during Caroline's NYC birthday party but passed out on this shitty couch. For some reason the bouncers didn't kick him out and let him get a good hour worth of sleep. Many people posed with him that night.