Cruisin' for a bluesin'

Yeah, so I stole that title from a radio show, so sue me. It just fit. Now for the marvelous misadventure. Few days ago I recieved a text from a friend that I hadn't seen in over 10 years. We were really close in school. He invited me to a party on Sat. night and of course I was down. Well, let me give you a little history about when my friend and I get together. Between us we have 2 counts of unauthorized use of a vehicle, 3 counts of breaking and entering, 3 counts criminal mischive, 3 counts of illegal tresspass, and so on and so on. Needless to say when we get together we get into trouble. Why should now be any different? O.K. I head over to his parents place to where the party was being held, he was there temporarily due to a bad break up, and I see tons of people I went to high school with. Whoa, now I'm uncomfortable, better take the edge off. Let the brews start flowing. After several games of drinking Jenga(pretty damn challenging I might add) we are all lit up like the 4th of July. I thought now might be a good time to inform my wife that I won't be driving quite yet. So we keep drinking, and drinking, and drinking, and before I know it I am passed out on the chair. I awaken at 7:15 the next morning and realize " Shit, my wife is gonna kill me". Reach into the pocket and grab my phone and the battery is dead. Hop in the car, plug the phone in, and do mach 1 up the highway to my house. Then..... the phone rings. " Where the hell are you!!!!" resounds in my stupid, incredibly hung over head. Before I can really even attempt to explain my self she informs me that how livid she is and that she had contacted three different police departments, two hospitals, and oh boy am I in deep. Real deep. Could someone please pass me a shovel deep, and don't forget the helmet with the light on it. Did I pay for that all day accompanied by a vicious hang over and took the kids to the art museum. Lesson, always call wife if to drunk to drive, always. Try to do it before you pass out.