Finally manoeuvre your hungover arse out on to the hill and start making frantic phone calls to locate your buddies.
Spend about forty minutes riding around by yourself feeling dejected and left out before the sound of your name being screeched from a nearby chairlift by a bunch of waving hooligans brings you round.
Rendezvous with said hooligans at bottom of the chairlift and set off to hike something gnarly.
