AZ trip...phase one.

I had a blast in Arizona! The first people that I saw, other than my in laws, were my college girlfriends Jenn and Rose. I love these girls to pieces! We had a fun night out at a local Irish pub and then came home and went swimming. I love drunk night swimming! There were about 6 or 7 of us in the pool and was a great way to unwind after a night out. The only problem was that I got fr-fr-freezing in the pool. Everyone started saying, "Go take a hot bath! Yeah! You will feel so much better!" My drunk brain thought that was the best idea ever!

This is where my brain gets fuzzy. I remember that the hot water wasn't hot. I remember trying to turn off the water and getting out of the tub. I remember twisting the knob forevah without the water turning off. What the fuck! I twisted it more and more and then just though, 'fuck it!' The next thing I remember is being on the sofa and mumbling to someone that I couldn't turn the tub off. The end.

In the morning Jenn and I woke up to her dogs barking and she sat on the couch and we just talked and laughed. Then I said something like, "Oh, I couldn't turn off the bath water last night."

She said, "I know, Steve (her husband) had to turn the water off to the whole house. You like pulled the fucking knob off the wall!" Wha-What???

I guess my super Polish freak strength was just too much for their shower knob. I was mortified! Well, sort of mortified, sort of amused. Her husband was a sweetie and is thankfully pretty handy because he made a trip to the hardware store and then brought us Del Taco for breakfast. Jenn, you married a good one! He fixed my fuck up and the water was back on in no time.

Jeff was on his way home that night. His plane home from Alaska had actually landed that morning. He called me as he was driving home from the airport and I told him all about our night...all about the swimming/shower/breaking stuff story, and then I said, "I don't even remember how or when I put my clothes back on. The last thing I remember was being in the shower and now I'm on the couch but I really don't remember the details. I must have done a good job though because I'm dressed, lol."

I thought his reaction would be jovial and would think, "Awww, I love my silly drunk Stella," but no. He flipped his shit. He went on and on all day long saying things like, "irresponsible", "you have such a double standard...you would kick my ass if I got naked at a party". He's right. I would kick his ass. But I was changing in the bathroom...not exactly 'naked at a party'. I don't think he's ever been so angry at me though!

He even said the 'D' word. Well he said, "This isn't something that I am going to divorce you over, but I am really pissed off." which isn't exactly using the 'D' word in a bad way but it was said nonetheless. It was enough to make me mind my P's and Q's the rest of my trip. And I let him spank me when I got home. j/k! :D

Here is a picture of Jenn, myself and Rose at the bar: