Work all week, come home, relax and drink a few beers, have your wife yell at you because you are drinking beer and won't be ready in time, take a shower, have your wife yell at you for not throwing your clothes into the hamper, get dressed up, wait twenty minutes for your wife to finish getting ready, get in the car, head for the club, realize you don't have enough cash, stop at a convenience store ATM and pay an extra two bucks for that cash, have the wife yell at you for paying the extra two bucks because you didn't plan ahead, get to the club, spend twenty minutes looking for a free parking space while your wife yells at you for not being willing to pay ten bucks to park next to the club, walk ten minutes to the club with your wife complaining about the walk the entire time, wait half an hour to get into the club, get soaked because it starts raining and you don't have an umbrella with your wife yelling at you because her hair is getting ruined, get into the club, stand in a corner because all the tables are taken, wait ten minutes at the bar to get a drink, carry the drinks back to your wife standing in the corner while losing half the contents because some drunk knocked into you, have your wife yell at your for losing so much of her drink, watch the comic on stage repeat the same jokes about masturbation that he's told for the last three years, finish your half drink and this time flag down the cocktail waitress, wait for the next comic to come on stage, have the waitress bring the drinks, have the wife yell at you because she thinks you were checking out the cocktail waitress, spill half your drink down your shirt when some drunk bumps into your arm just as you are taking the first sip, and then realize that the comic telling masturbation jokes was actually the headliner because you got there so late and the show's over. And you get to have your wife yell at you the entire walk back to the car in the rain, which is turning to snow.
That would be funny if it weren't so terribly close to the truth..
Bud, I spent close to twenty years living that hell.
Fifteen years later, I'm here to tell you there is life after that slow death.
All the best! D1
THAT is fun-ny...