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I was camping with a bunch of college students, but we were staying the night at an elaborate hotel. Bottles of liquor were all over the kitchen table; everyone was drinking. I was trying all the wines. I kept boiling my glass of wine on the stove, which seemed to take away all of the flavor and burn away the alcohol. Apparently it was soon time to go somewhere, and we had to drunkenly drive on a long road trip. A tall and pretty redheaded girl called me over to her and asked if I could help her walk. Before she could get the question out, she fell into me and threw her arms around me. We both meandered across the room for a while. She had straight hair, blue eyes, and was wearing a scanty white tank top. Everyone got into their cars; she and I ended up in a back seat. My arm was around her as she was kneeling in her seat and leaning all over me. My knuckles kept touching the heel of her bare foot. Since everyone was drunk, everyone had to go to the bathroom, so we all stopped at this large facility that was specifically designated for drunken road trippers. It was a sort of museum of variously themed bathrooms, labyrinthian and on multiple floors. All of the bathrooms I saw said "Women" on the door. Some bathrooms were even designed exclusively for transvestites, but I failed to find a men's room, until someone finally pointed me in the direction of one. The moment I entered, my clothes were gone and I was wearing just a small white towel around my waist, as was everyone else. There were a few women in there. Everything was completely open, with no sense of privacy, and it all slightly reminded me of ancient Rome. I later found piles of wet sand in the corner of this bathroom, and, forgetting where I was, I put some of it into my mouth. I exited back into the main foyer and encountered two fat foreign ladies, who stopped Corey and me to chat. Speaking different languages, we were only able to communicate our names; the first fat lady's name was something along the lines of "Storra." Corey ended up getting into a long lecture about the American pronunciation of vowels. I noticed that the main foyer's massive walls consisted of what looked like many fish tanks, but instead contained swimming humans.