I came home from work Sunday evening, after having stopped to pick up ham and potatoes to make soup, only to receive a phone call from Jordan that we were invited over to Reg & Michelle’s for dinner. He was already over there, so he sent Michelle back to our place, in his car, to pick me up. Once we got there, it was obvious the guys had already been drinking while bringing in chopped wood from outside. Michelle and I went inside and watched some television. We don’t have cable at home so it was great to watch some good old TV! Reg barbecued steaks, and a pork chop for me, and we also had potatoes and mushrooms. Dinner was really good. Jordan scarfed down everything on his plate and more, plus some of my chop. Meanwhile, the guys are still drinking beer.
After clearing up dinner, Michelle and I went back to the living room. Their house is huge and the small living room was nice and cozy with a fire lit. She has two cats; one of them was a suck and kept rubbing her face on my feet so I would pet her! The guys disappeared downstairs, and after awhile we got suspicious and went to spy on them. haha They were drunk out of their minds — or at least my darling husband was — and doing shots. Beer and liquor? Uh oh. Didn’t turn out so well. My lovely husband threw up on himself, and it was a chore getting him into his shoes and into the backseat of the car — with a warning that if he threw up in his car, he would be the one cleaning it. 🙂 Michelle gave me some plastic bags, just in case. Now, it started raining and I had no idea how to get home since I’d only visited their house once before. They gave me directions, but I’m hopeless with remembering when to turn left at this stop sign, etc, so miraculously Jordan guided us home. At one point I had to stop the car because he did indeed get sick in the plastic bags and he was trying to get out of the car to throw them away! Boys are so idiotic when they are drunk.
I was quite upset with him, but he was so pitiful-looking and he couldn’t stand by himself without falling over, that I couldn’t be mad anymore and helped him. I ended up having to hold him steady while he puked his guts out until almost midnight, feeding him glasses of water in between episodes. I’m surprized I didn’t get sick being in the same bathroom! Finally got him to bed, with a bowl beside him, and he passed out until around 7 am Monday morning. Luckily for him, he didn’t have to work, cuz he jumped out of bed and raced to the bathroom. I think he finally stopped throwing up and keeping food in his stomach around 4 pm. That was quite a hang-over!
Needless to say, he couldn’t remember the drive home, or how he even directed us home. I told him all the silly things he did that night, like trying to put on shoes that weren’t his, almost falling down the stairs to the garage, hugging Reg before leaving, trying to get out of the car while it was moving, almost falling into the ditch on the side of the road, and he apologized. I do hope he doesn’t drink like that again; normally it’s only a couple beers, but they got a little out of hand that night.
That evening, once he was feeling better, he put up floating shelves in the living room for me and helped to replace the ugly lace curtains in the bathroom (they were covering a closet). Since we moved into this house in July, I’ve been trying to get him to put up my shelves, so I’m happy he finally did it. Part of me wonders if it was because of the whole drinking episode? Ah well, they’re up and they look great!