10:34 pm New Year’s Eve: My wife Carol and I got here about an hour ago and helped set things up. We’re in the huge cafeteria and it’s all decorated and there’s enough booze here get the whole town drunk. I’ve introduced my wife to my friends and met their wives and/or girlfriends as they have come in. Right now, I kicking back at a table by myself with a Dr. Pepper and a funny hat and I feel like Forrest Gump in NYC at New Years. My wife is gabbing away in a lady circle with new friends she’s already made like Mrs. Gasket, Lovely Rita-Meter Maid, Agent 99, Flo and Madge as the room quickly fills.
1:15 am I’m on the road back to the party and I’m reviewing the night’s events in my head. I may have saved my friend’s and possibly some other driver’s lives by doing my disgusting duties. That makes me feel good and I figure I’ll probably do it again next year. Yeah, I guess, all’s well that ends well. Now, just how much of this story do I try to explain to Carol?