My Poor, Poor Husband

I don't have pity for my dear hubby because of how I behaved in the bars last night (I'll get to that in a minute), I have pity for him because he has been working on a huge, huge project at work for the last two months and it's supposed to all be done and ready to go live tomorrow morning. It's a web application for his company and it is muy, muy importante. Uh oh. He's in super crunch mode because they've had to make a bunch of last minute changes, and some of those changes are causes big problems. The poor dear was so crazily over-stressed this morning I thought he as going to break down and cry. He sounded like he was in such a sad state. Last time I talked to him though, things were looking better. But, unfortunately, the clock is still ticking and the project isn't done.

Others would probably have pity on him for my behavior in the bar last night. I went to St Cloud with a bunch of gals for my friend's bachelorette party. I am not a partier by any stretch of the imagination. I never went to college and never went to any of the college parties when I was of college age. I don't like the taste of alcohol, so I hardly ever drink. In the right mood though, I'll do shots. If I'm ever having a drink it's only with the intention of becoming, shall we say, under the influence. Shots are much quicker to get down.

My husband loves to drink and loves for me to drink, so I figured I'd have a couple drinks (well, shots) before I went home. Instead of buying my drinks, though, I kept asking guys to buy my shots for me. It was so easy! And I even made it very clear that I was very happily married and not looking to stray. They still bought me drinks! And these weren't even dorky, desperate guys...I was getting drinks from the hotties. And not just for me, most of them also bought drinks for at least a friend or three also. Yahoo, I totally won the get-free-drinks game. At one point a friend wanted a drink and had me talk a guy into getting one for her since I had perfected the art. She's quite a looker, so she could have easily persuaded some shmuck herself, that's what a roll I was on.

And as for pitying my husband. There's no need, unless it's over the whole work thing. He thought it was a riot to hear about my adventure as a drinking woman. So all said and done, I got really drunk and helped my friends get drunk...all for a $2 cover charge...I know! What a steal! And I didn't even get sick or wake up with a hangover.