Let's talk about Venice

This past weekend I went to Venice for Carnevale with Ashly and Molly, two of my roommates. Meryl was supposed to come with us but she didn't buy a ticket ahead of time and by the time we were leaving, the train was full. So she didn't get to go which I was sad about but it was probably for the best as you will see.
Ok, we left Termini Station about 45 minutes late so we didn't get to Venice until around 9:30 in the evening. After some confusion about how to get from the Mainland to Venice proper and then to the island where out hotel was, we made it. We stayed on an island called Lido, very easy to get to and from the main island because of the wonderful public transportation boats. It was also a lot quieter and manageable because it was away from the main festivities. So we had a quiet dinner and then to the hotel. Something was wrong with our room so we had to stay in a little apartment across the street where they usually put up families but it was fine.
In the morning, the hotel manager called and said they needed the apartment for a family and that they had gotten a room ready for us. This was all a little mixed up in my opinion but it didn't seem to be doing any harm. We quickly put our stuff in the room and then went over to the main island to check it all out.
The weather was beautiful: bright blue skys, cool with some light breezes. But it was packed with people. Mainly tourists of course. Nevertheless, I loved it. The city was absolutely charming. We just wandered around, watching people, and checking out the tiny streets. The costumes and masks were phenomenal. So beautiful and colorful. I really wish I were a Venetian and could wear one of those huge ballgowns and go to a fancy Carnevale banquet. But I had to make do with just buying a mask to remember my visit. So after walking around all day, we headed back to Lido to shower and get ready for the night.
A couple of our friends met us at the hotel and put their bags in our room because their train was at 5 AM so they had checked out of their hostel and were just going to grab their stuff from our room and head over to the station. This is an important detail. Then we all drank some wine and put on our masks and headed over to the Piazza San Marco where everybody was hanging out and being merry. So we did the same and just walked around Venice and all that. Then we went back to Lido because the guys had to catch their train. Being very tired and having had a bit too much wine, I went ahead of the others and just went straight to bed. A little later I was woken up by some hysterical crying and yelling for me to pack my stuff because we were leaving. Extraordinarily confused, I began packing while trying to figure out why Molly was sobbing.
The story goes like this though I am still very unclear about it. Molly and Ashly came into the hotel with the guys. Ashly went to our room to change and then when she came back out Molly was crying. Apparently the hotel manager had tried to first lock the the guys, then lock them out, then cornered Molly and called her a prostitute. So Molly is crying and Ashly is enraged and yelling. What actually went down, I cannot say. Nevertheless, we got all our stuff packed and then when I finally came down to the lobby there were about 6 police officers there. Because my two roommates were in hysterics (very much fueled by alcohol and lack of better judgment) I had to try to sort out the situation with the police. Speaking a lovely mix of English, Spanish, and Italian, I had to explain that I knew very little of what happened because I was sleeping and I had to apologize for the extreme behavior and disturbance of my roommates. I think they appreciated my efforts and my generally calm and rational mindset. Anyway, finally the cops said that there wasn't much they could do except file a report and give us all the info so Molly could report it to the police in Rome.
Then Ashly and Molly decided they had to leave immediately so we set off for the train station at 4 AM. They were still very upset and unfortunately I had to take some of their anger on myself because I was directing some stern words at them in regards to their behavior. But that's fine; they just had to work through all the emotions and calm down. At the station, we saw the guys who had missed their train. Ashly and Molly were kind of useless at this point so I ended up just buying some tickets for us on the first train out which the guys were also on. So we got back to Rome around 9 AM whereupon we all slept for the entire day. I watched some TV also.
I have now basically taken myself out of the situation and am letting Molly deal with everything as she sees fit. There isn't much I can do other than talk to the police if needed. It was quite a dramatic experience and I am still very confused about what exactly happened. I don't think Molly and Ashly really know either. This experience has certainly left them with a bad taste in their mouths and I doubt they will ever return to Venice. I however am not so disinclined towards the city and would go back. It's hard to explain just how intense my roommates' emotions were and what kind of stress it put on the event so I don't think you can get a good picture. But eh, now you know. It was interesting to say the least.
It has made me a little wary of traveling with these two in the future. I am going on spring break with them though so hopefully that will be a calmer affair. I think I have slightly different priorities/interests than them which makes planning trips a little difficult. But I'm sure it'll be fine and we'll have a lot of fun. Maybe they'll have learned something from this Venice trip; what that might be, I can't say for sure, but something.