I had a night last night. Haven't had one of those in a long while. No excuses, no stories, just truth - I got drunk, I spent too much money, I threw up, I passed out. That's that. No sugar coating it, that's what happened. I had fun. Probably embarrassed B. Don't know yet because I am up and she is not. I am letting her sleep as long as needed. I woke up to find a friend passed out on the couch. So we must have had fun, right?
Whole day, here it goes. B went to work at 8:30, I went to Target. Got stuff we needed for the house like bread and milk. Basics. Came home, put stuff away, cleaned the fireplace, cleaned the patio, and straightened the house. Did my stuff. Watched some Doctor and waited for B to get home. She got home around 3:30 and got ready to go out. Her coworker is leaving and it was a big going away party. Her friend came over early to drive with us and we all headed out. We started at one place where we ate and drank, (okay I drank, less eating than I should have), went to another for more booze, and ended up at a 3rd bar for even more. I lost count of everything but I know shots were involved, rum, vodka, and gin. I mixed, I paid, is life. I have no idea what time it was when we got home. Two of our friends came home with us, but I lasted like 20 minutes before I needed to pass out. That's what B will be pissed about if anything. The fact that I left her alone to be a hostess. She hates that shit. That's my job in this relationship.
Okay. Let's go see the damage...
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