Aftermath.

Well here we are again at the beginnings of a brand new week.

As I mentioned last week, we had our first house party Saturday night. We had a great time, and everyone seemed to enjoy themselves. Although at one point, a couple of our friends said:

"hey we're going up the street to have a drink, why don't you come with us"?

me: "Um no, I'm hosting a party..you know, the one I invited you to"?

I thought that was kind of rude that they left. Granted they did stay for a few hours and then left, and after a few more beers I didn't really give a rip. Maybe people had higher expectations of what was going to happen. If you were looking for a place where fights were going to break out, or furniture was going to be destroyed then, sorry wrong house. Jump in your time machine and go visit 1986, and let me know how that works out for ya. This was set up as a mellow night with drinks, conversation, music, good times. Everyone left around 11:30pm, which my wife thought was kind of early. I was fine with the early exit, as I was thinking of alcohol fueled passion for the remainder of the evening until I went in our bedroom to find my wife passed out, and still in her clothes. So I finished off the beer I was drinking and called it a night around midnight.

Sunday morning finds my wife veerrrrry hung-over. She gets up, and with a hunched over-shuffle makes her way down the hall to the couch. Michelle is moving a bit like Yoda, compelete with green complexion. "mmm hungover you are, drink much you did".

So like the nice guy I am, I grab a trash bag and start cleaning up the kitchen and man cave, while Michelle tries her very best not to move. Usually it is me that is feeling like ass the next day, and I was happy to swap places. After the kitchen is cleaned up I decide that a McDonald's run is just what the doctor ordered. I'm tellin ya grease is the cure-all (and also the word). After my wife got the double cheeseburger down (which was touch and go for awhile) the color starts creeping back into her face. I start screaming "IT'S ALIVE, IT'S ALIVE, and let her know on no uncertain terms my compassion comes with a price, and she owes me the life debt which she can begin repaying in a night or two.

The rest of the day Sunday was spent not doing a whole lot. The day after a hard core party session is kind of weird. The day passes quickly, yet you really don't do anything. I played some Overlord, watched a little football, and called it a day.

Stay tuned for pics, which should be coming soon in the next day or so.

Later!