Stink bomb

I think Colin had one hell of a workout at his martial arts class last night. He came home and threw his gi in the hamper, which happens to be in our bedroom. I was lying in bed reading. After a few minutes I started to sniff, something smelt like it had died in our room. I realized what is was... Colin's gi. I got up and asked him to remove the gi from our bedroom. Instead of removing just the gi he took the entire hamper and locked it in the bathroom overnight (with the window open, thank god). When I got up this morning, the smell seemed to have dissipated. The question is, can we survive a stinky gi until I can do laundry Saturday morning?