askalex

I love this! Reminds me what I'm going to the bar in Hell's basement for. Back in 1988, a girl I worked with, got married. Her husband to be, was so hammered, we had to hold him up during the ceremony. Afterwards, I helped get him back to the hotel, so he could sober up for the evening shindig. He was so drunk, though, we put him in the bath, so he'd be safe if he was sick. I had a drink with the new bride - about two hours - and, well, I ended up 'consoling' her rather thoroughly on the hotel room bed, whilst her new husband snored away in the bathroom. I went home after that, thinking that going to the evening bash might be a bad idea. As I walked home, the thoughts: 'What the fuck just happened?', and 'Why did I do that?', played on an endless loop in my head. She never told anyone, either, but if I ever saw her at work, or in town, she always winked at me. I apologise.