Waiting in line for the bathroom

Since I am now unable to drink for the next 8 months, NYE was an interesting experience. Our friends own a fantastic bar right down the road (http://www.lochranns.com/) and since we found our new home-away-from-home there last NYE, there wasn't any question of what we would be doing this year. Since my energy is completely zapped after 9:00, I decided that I would go up and have dinner at Lochrann's around 7:00, stay for a bit, go home and take a quick cat nap and then go back up to Lochrann's for the ball to drop. The first part worked out well as I had a cute new dress and was feeling lively but when 9:30 hit, I decided it would be best for me to take my cue and go home before I fell asleep. I got home, snuggled up in comfy clothes and promptly fell asleep (this baffles husband as he's got a slight sleeping problem and can't always sleep even with the help of Ambien CR). Around 11:15, I got up, did a drive-by of the bathroom mirror to ensure I didn't look like I just woke up and left for the bar again. The picture that greeted me upon my return was slightly different than when I left. More people had arrived and apparently felt the need to catch up to the level of drunken-ness that everyone else had already obtained. Husband, bless his heart, was doing some strange one-legged dance while trying to conduct an orchestra & my dear friend who came in town from Portland was officially smashed! Fast forward, ball drops, Husband and I kiss, tab out and go to bed.

Around 2:30 I wake up to hear Husband shuffling around in the bathroom, bumping into things as he's apparently trying to find the light switch. I finally hear him flip it on after what seems like 5 minutes and he does his business. Next I hear him shuffling around again, bumping into more items and decide this has lasted long enough and I will help. I get up, turn on the light and he's standing by the shower staring down at his boxers and looking up at my like I'm the insane one who doesn't remember where the lights are. I ask him if he's lost or coming back to bed and I kid you not, this is what he said. "Where are all the other people? They were just in line behind me and now they're gone." I look at him and say "What the f*ck are you talking about, come back to bed, there's no one in the bathroom."

Of course, he remembered nothing of this incident so I obviously had to share it with everyone else!

Hope everyone has a safe and happy 2009!