A Night To Remember

Well, if we could remember it.

Pook and I embarked our our first free weekend in 6 weeks, yesterday in typical "us" fashion. He worked on projects in the yard and I got head down and elbows up in house cleaning. That's just how we roll!

After getting cleaned and gussied up we head to 'town' with the intent to see a movie and grab some dinner. The movie was sold out (He wanted to see "Into the Storm" - seriously, when you live in tornado alley and have witnessed first hand the destruction they can do....why spend money to watch it a a theater???) so we took ourselves to our favorite Mexican restaurant. There we had a couple of drinks...well, I did - Rich, ummm...a couple more than necessary. The DJ/Singer had the place rocking - before we knew it we were joining a group of other patrons as they danced. Mind you....this is a restaurant...not a club, no dance floor. At some point we headed home with me behind the wheel. Having switched to Sprite during the evening, I followed the road to home. Rich went face down on the bed as soon as we got home - getting up once to go to the bathroom.

All I can say is that the night ended with a broken toilet and a fountain of water pouring from the tank. I cleaned up the mess, turned off the water and went to bed.

Rich woke up this morning wondering how we got home (I drove), did we pay the bill last night (yes, I called the restaurant to make sure), what did he do to the toilet (no idea) and pretty sure he tipped the bartender $80 (he only had $20 left in his wallet) - or he paid cash instead of with his card.

So, this is what happens when we wander out unsupervised on a Saturday night. I'm pretty sure he will not be getting out of bed today.

Peace