In which we are lucky that no one dies and no one ends up in jail.
Saturday night was when all the craziness happened. The strange thing is that I didn't know about any of it until I was told later. At the party on Saturday night, we were all having fun in the usual way; i.e., the of-age crowd was drinking reasonably and the underage crowd somewhat less so. I left about 12:30 am, when things seemed to be cooling down. I got back home and discovered there was a party going on (all of-age) in my suitemate Mike's room, presumably because of his friend Sarah visiting that weekend. Sarah was acting a little funnier than usual (well, I'd only met her Friday, so not a lot to judge by) and it seemed a little excessive when she gulped down the last quarter of the bottle of port, but I hadn't seen what she'd had before that. About 1:30 or so, I went to bed.
Maybe 11:00 am or so the following morning, Jeremy (who'd been at Mike's party) came by and asked me if I'd slept well. I said yes, and he related what had happened soon after I'd left: Sarah passed out. Mike and Jeremy promptly dragged her to the nearest hospital, where they pumped a couple of bags of saline solution into her. Jeremy and Mike had had no sleep at all and had just got back here at 8:00 am or so.
What's more, Jeremy told me he'd heard from Jo Ann, who'd been at the fencing party later than I had. Apparently, soon after I left, there was a knock on the door from a hotel security guard. She said that she was responding to a noise complaint, and that a police officer was going to be sent up soon. So all of the underage fencers skedaddled out as fast as they could, and the party came to a quick conclusion.
Funny that I managed to miss by so little two such dramatic events. Not that that's necessarily a bad thing...