Lots of wine. Trouble soon.
Robert has a wonderful wine cellar. It'll be gone by morning. One guest is down on his knees looking for something to drink, on the theory that "the old bottles are always down at the bottom, covered with crap."
UPDATE: Things are deteriorating. Bras hanging from the ceiling soon.
UPDATE: Discussions of lingerie breaking out around the room. Novelty hats acquired, now adorn heads of, in no particular order, construction contractor, CPA, medical researcher. Preliminary hugging/groping begins.
My wife spills wine on herself. I accompany her to the bathroom to provide "assistance." I crave "assistance" right now. Wife seems to welcome "assistance."
UPDATE: "Where were you guys?" someone asks when we return to the wine cellar. "You were gone a long time."
"Wardrobe malfunction," my wife says, and to prove it she (text and photos deleted on advice of husband.)
UPDATE: (Text deleted on advice of counsel.)
UPDATE: Happy New Year! Unintroduced guest (description deleted just for the sake of human dignity.)
UPDATE: While my wife is looking for the blouse she wore to the party so we can go home, I hug Robert's wife too long. Must remember to send thankyou/appology card.
UPDATE: (Description of activity deleted on advice of self-esteem.)
UPDATE: Horizontal is good, may be highest state of mankind.