The evening began promising: the rain and cold did not stop to go to a park to witness the concert of a group whose lead singer had a piece considerable say. But it was not the most pathetic of the night.
Six participants in history, namely: Quic, Sue, D., G., Mademoiselle E. and servant. The six of us got on Mari Puri and headed to the humble abode of ATT and Quic, after passing through the station for the relevant supplies.
summarize: Alcohol, drugs, good music, good conversation ... G., and D. Quic GEOMAG hooked on ... G. want to go, Sue gets another drink ... G. and D. warn that the bathroom door, threatening to be barred (which somehow discovered that we never know) ... All decide to leave, Sue asks for a second to go to the bathroom ... Sue stays locked in the bathroom.
Yes, gentlemen, are the 4:30 am. We are all more or less drunk, and Sue is locked in my bathroom.
After a short attempt to remove it from there, call a locksmith emergency, warns us of the barbarity that at a minimum, we will charge for going out at that hour. We decided that we are more macho than anyone, and there is no lock that resists us.
dismantle the lock on the outside while Mademoiselle E. Sue gives encouragement from the community garden, through the bathroom window. We pass the screwdriver Sue, as she passes us "allen wrench? I was kept in the bathroom cabinet.
screws do not work, try to pry the frame starts to crack. Come on in and out of the garden. Give encouragement and instructions to Sue. Break expired credit cards and let the DNI's something dodgy D. We spent cigarette out the window of the kitchen.
pressed on the door, we hammer here and there. Sue part of the hammer. At one point, Mademoiselle E. (From the garden) and Sue (from the bathroom) sing the "Happy Birthday" dedicated to Quic. But he does not know why ... has fallen asleep in crisis!
The door is cracked, peeling trim, the interior plate twisted out of plane under the wall, Mademoiselle E. distributes cigars and encouragement in the rain, G. repeated over and over With a second, eh Sue? ... Quic hoarse and I can not but mourn for the lost laughter in the river ... ... we throw down the door! D. is thrown repeatedly against the door, and bounces off walls and shelves in the hallway. G. does the same and ends up falling on his ass with significant back pain wherever lost her chaste name. D. try again, and the central panel yields. We get a considerable slice.
ATT comes into play (which had already borne considerable caderazos at the door) and begins to drop kick left and right, until your leg through the door. Now we have a real hole.
D. tries in vain through the hole open. We started a little more hands and make a hole large enough for Sue to get out. First he tries to head, then get it by removing the feet. I miss them all home.
are more or less the six-something. Quic
still snoring. But I decided that I remove that damn eggs inside lever. I go into the bathroom through the hole and after much effort to rip the damn screw bitterness. No good nothing. The mechanism is out but the door does not open.
is seven and a half, I better go to bed. At 11 I wake up and start to pick up pieces of wood throughout the house. Quic rises with arcades, but does not fit the doorway of the bathroom. Cojo pliers and begin to pull bits until Quic can enter.
finally arrived my brother, that hero . Within 15 minutes, get out the internal mechanism of the lock and thus open the door.
And in another 10 minutes get a carton and puts me in the door so that, provisionally, in the bathroom have a minimum of privacy. 
Finally, do you want a fun night? Come on ATT's house! Of course, you come early, because although (surprisingly) the neighbors have not complained, after last night I do not think that after a long time.
Six participants in history, namely: Quic, Sue, D., G., Mademoiselle E. and servant. The six of us got on Mari Puri and headed to the humble abode of ATT and Quic, after passing through the station for the relevant supplies.
summarize: Alcohol, drugs, good music, good conversation ... G., and D. Quic GEOMAG hooked on ... G. want to go, Sue gets another drink ... G. and D. warn that the bathroom door, threatening to be barred (which somehow discovered that we never know) ... All decide to leave, Sue asks for a second to go to the bathroom ... Sue stays locked in the bathroom.
Yes, gentlemen, are the 4:30 am. We are all more or less drunk, and Sue is locked in my bathroom.
After a short attempt to remove it from there, call a locksmith emergency, warns us of the barbarity that at a minimum, we will charge for going out at that hour. We decided that we are more macho than anyone, and there is no lock that resists us.
dismantle the lock on the outside while Mademoiselle E. Sue gives encouragement from the community garden, through the bathroom window. We pass the screwdriver Sue, as she passes us "allen wrench? I was kept in the bathroom cabinet.
screws do not work, try to pry the frame starts to crack. Come on in and out of the garden. Give encouragement and instructions to Sue. Break expired credit cards and let the DNI's something dodgy D. We spent cigarette out the window of the kitchen. pressed on the door, we hammer here and there. Sue part of the hammer. At one point, Mademoiselle E. (From the garden) and Sue (from the bathroom) sing the "Happy Birthday" dedicated to Quic. But he does not know why ... has fallen asleep in crisis!
The door is cracked, peeling trim, the interior plate twisted out of plane under the wall, Mademoiselle E. distributes cigars and encouragement in the rain, G. repeated over and over With a second, eh Sue? ... Quic hoarse and I can not but mourn for the lost laughter in the river ... ... we throw down the door! D. is thrown repeatedly against the door, and bounces off walls and shelves in the hallway. G. does the same and ends up falling on his ass with significant back pain wherever lost her chaste name. D. try again, and the central panel yields. We get a considerable slice.
ATT comes into play (which had already borne considerable caderazos at the door) and begins to drop kick left and right, until your leg through the door. Now we have a real hole.
D. tries in vain through the hole open. We started a little more hands and make a hole large enough for Sue to get out. First he tries to head, then get it by removing the feet. I miss them all home.
are more or less the six-something. Quic still snoring. But I decided that I remove that damn eggs inside lever. I go into the bathroom through the hole and after much effort to rip the damn screw bitterness. No good nothing. The mechanism is out but the door does not open.
is seven and a half, I better go to bed. At 11 I wake up and start to pick up pieces of wood throughout the house. Quic rises with arcades, but does not fit the doorway of the bathroom. Cojo pliers and begin to pull bits until Quic can enter. 
finally arrived my brother, that hero . Within 15 minutes, get out the internal mechanism of the lock and thus open the door.
And in another 10 minutes get a carton and puts me in the door so that, provisionally, in the bathroom have a minimum of privacy. 
Finally, do you want a fun night? Come on ATT's house! Of course, you come early, because although (surprisingly) the neighbors have not complained, after last night I do not think that after a long time.
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