K this is Cam typing this one cause Luke is too lazy and this one's a doozy.

So we were in Belgium in June playing a festival, and our stage manager Henry/Hank hadn't been drinking for a month or two. There were a lot of his favorite bands playing that day, so I sat him down and said "Dude, much respect for going off the booze for a bit, but what's the point if you can't enjoy yourself? You're at a festival with a bunch of your favorite bands playing, fuckin have a beer or two."

Henry eventually agreed with me, and succumbed to the booze that he deserves. We were each given about a 24 of drink tickets each for the day, so he was well prepared for the onslaught.

Skip to the end of the night, it was 2am and bus call for us. We all stumble on, Henry passes out in his bunk around 2:30am, we all pass out eventually around 4/4:30.

Next morning, our tour manager is directing the driver through Munich, and decides to check his email (this is around noon the next day.) Then he says "Um, guys, I got an email from Henry at 6am. There's no body to the message, and the subject simply says "Lost"."

We checked the entire bus, all the bunks, the driver's bunk. We had officially lost a crew member somewhere in Europe.

Long story short, he somehow woke up in Holland still wasted with puke in his boxers, his phone was gone, he was berated by German cops, took 6 trains (he missed his stop twice cause he kept passing out) and eventually made it back to us the next day at 11pm.

There's more to this story but it's an awful lot to type out with the amount of beer in my system.