Pat, Dan and myself are heading to Squamish in Dan's mom's car.
At Horseshoe Bay, Dan stops to pick up hitchhiker girl. She's going to Whistler.
By the time we get to the Smoke Bluffs Dan has decided that driving hitchergirl to Whistler must take precedence over climbing with his bros.
Pat and I are climbing at Ronin's Corner three or four hours later when, over the noise of Pat's ghetto blaster playing Ministry at high volume, we hear "DRUUUUUUUUU! PAAAAAAAAAAAT!" yelled from somewhere near Penny Lane.
Pat fires off a bottle rocket or two.
Soon Dan wanders into view. Loudly he informs us (and the three other parties on the cliff) "I COULD HAVE GOTTEN LAID BUT I CAME BACK TO SQUAMISH TO CLIMB WITH YOU GUYS!"
This was on a Saturday. That evening, while smoking a fatty in pat's basement, Pat and Dan decide that they need to go sport climbing, so they hop in Dan's mom's car again and leave for Smith Rocks. Drive 8 hours,getting there Sunday morning around 2 AM. Motel, breakfast, off to the crag. Climb two routes (Toys in The Attic and Ring of Fire? something at Christian brothers anyway) then drive 8 hours back to Vancouver. On the bus on Monday I call bullshit on Pat until he shows me the gas and motel receipts.