My Mrs drinks with me most of the time. I go out alot but she doesn't feel like going out quite as much as me. (Depending on who I go out with)
On friday I came home at 5am steaming drunk and she was waiting up to make sure I got in Ok.

She loves Bikes and hangs out in the workshop with me and my mates. We do a fair bit of partying in there too. My mates accept her as one of the boys.

I didn't always have it easy though. One of the previous Girls I lived with was always trying to keep me in the house and because I wasn't built for that kind of life I used to go out more.
She would always try and have a go about me drinking too much at weekends and everytime she did I would go on a 3 day bender just to annoy her. One time I just didn't go home.

 

ok, just to give you a unattached womans view here....Most wifes get upset when your out drinking in bars because they know what kind of nasty women are in them, and lets face it guys a stiff dick has no feelings. They dont want you bringing home some nasty disease and giving it to them or some white trash showing up saying she's prego with your kid. Besides no one wants to have their heart broken over a beer and a stupid desicion. On the other hand they also worry about you like crazy when they dont know where you are. All these crazy *** things go through our heads, like what if he's hurt and no one knows it ect. For the most part we just want to know that you are safe, when you'll be home, where you are or were in case you dont come home and that we can trust you. The more she cathes or suspects you of lying the more she'll bitch at you beacuse she feels like she doesnt mean enough to you for you to atleast be honset with her.

 

sage^

 

That sounds like an issue to me. Play together!

 

Hide my status of intoxication from my wife? Hah! What she knows is that slung arrows and metaphorical beat-downs accomplish exactly zero, so she never goes that route.

After fiscal, professional, social and marital responsibilities are correctly executed, then if a buzz is desired, then buzzed I become. 'Sides, if you can do the decoding then you know there aren't beer or beer bottles involved.

Over the course of thirty-seven years, we have learned to tolerate idiosyncratic behavior in one another. Often they get merged to great delight.

 

I'm a real task-oriented guy. She quit counting when I couldn't remember where I set the last one down. Fukit - back to the fridge and get another. Guzzle half of that one - back to work.

One such Sunday morning after a weekend of home improvement I wake up having my *** reamed for drinking a twelve pack yesterday. But what she was really pissed about is finding the 6 cans that were half full scattered about the property.

What's really important is that I probably shared a grilled steak with her the night before, had a beer with dinner, showered and promptly crashed.

I claim I am tone deaf from all the things that I did without ear protection. She says I have selective deafness. Fukit! At my age, I'll claim either!