On Sunday, one of our neighbor friends hosted a Memorial Day party, and of course there was a lot of drinking and drinking games. As the night wore on I got more and more drunk and it eventually came time for me to go home before I was a disaster. My husband was there, having a good time with our youngest kid in the pool when I told him I needed to get driven home. Of course, he told me to wait for a bit until he got out and dried off but I was getting worse by the minute and one of our other neighbors volunteered to drop me off. So we get back to my house and I’m super woozy, falling all over the place. He helps me into the house and upstairs to my bedroom and attempts to lay me in my bed but I always like to take a bath when I’m drunk. So I tell him this and he walks me to the bathroom, and he begins to run the water for the tub. Without hesitation while he was doing that I started to strip down completely standing there in front of him. I got in the tub and layed out flat looking up at him laughing and saying don’t tell anyone. After a few minutes I was cold and wanted to get out and I’ve helped me out, wrapped me in a towel and layed me on my bed and left.

I saw him at the bus stop this morning and he told me the whole story, must of which I had no idea even happened.