I love my wife, I really do, and she hasn't been treated as well as she should have been of late. I know and understand that, which is why I agreed to go out tonight. She needed a nice night out.
We went to a Goodwill "tree fundraiser", they auction off decorated tree's, wreath's and tables loaded with goodies. Being the optimist she is, she thought it would be fun and right up her alley. When I was approached about this I was promised and open bar, good meal AND comfortable seating for the evening.
It's certain to me at this point she wants me to die a slow and horrific death!
I got to meet her sisters new man, didn't impress me much, had to wear the suit, had a decent dinner, spent $70 on six beers and a glass of wine (for her). $5 on a Jack and Coke, free beer and wine not mixed drinks, and stood/walked for three hours.
I hurt, very badly right now! Handful of Advil, two Lortabs and a stiff whiskey are waiting to kick in! ALL of the tables were claimed, and the off chance I did get to sit, it was a metal folding chair that I did good to get out of!
BUT, she had a nice night, I kept the complaints minimal, even though she knew I was hurting, and I got to meet this guy! Lyle Lovet meets A Flock of Seaguls! He was a trip for sure! We shared "hair stories" and had a few laughs!