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We all have that one friend who is just a diehard party machine, right?  I’m talking about that one friend who you can absolutely count on to take whatever the current party situation is, and kick it up a notch or two.  Friends like this used to be more common when we were in our twenties – but now at midlife most of them have mellowed out considerably.

It was 10:30 p.m. on a recent Saturday night.  The girlfriend (who hates alcohol and drinking, in general) had just gone to bed fifteen minutes prior – because she was really tired that evening.   All of a sudden, in my quiet little neighborhood – there is a rapid sequence of knocking/pounding on my front door … followed immediately by the excessive ringing of my doorbell (ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong) … followed within moments by my first name being barked out loudly and repetitively …  “GREG … GREG … GREG … OPEN THE DOOR … GREG”.  Immediately prior – I had been sitting there in front of the TV – fortunately not in my underwear but rather in a t-shirt and jeans drinking a bottled water, and enjoying the ten o’clock news … just minding my own business when this loud and alarming set of events took place.

“JEEZ – who the hell could be at my front door doing this?”, I asked myself as I sprang to my feet and ran for the front door.   Remember – my girlfriend was upstairs trying to sleep … plus I was already in the doghouse from earlier in the week for publicly pronouncing my adoration of Tsingtao® beer (see item 7 on page two of the midlifebachelor.com article entitled, “Instant Doghouse – What Not to Say to Your Girlfriend”).  I opened the door – and there stood my good buddy, Rich … obviously with a major buzz.   I grabbed Rich’s arm, and told him to “get in here” … as there is an LDS family that lives next door with small children, and I did not want to take the chance that they would experience any of this drama.

Now my buddy, Rich, lives a considerable distance from me – a two hour drive away, in fact.  His wife NEVER lets him drink – so I asked him what was going on.   He said his wife was gone for the weekend, and after enjoying a bottle (just one?) of wine, he decided that he wanted to drive out to see me.  He says he tried calling my cell phone – but I never picked up.  I told him that I left my cell phone OFF because I wasn’t exactly expecting a traveling party to show up … not really expecting any calls on my cell … but that my house phone/land line was working fine, and it just sat there silently all night!

Regardless we established that Rich was there at my house at 10:30 p.m. on a Saturday night with a major buzz.  There was no way I was going to kick him out because he absolutely should not have been driving to begin with … plus if I did kick him out, he’d have had a two-hour drive home.   I told him he was going to spend the night at my house – and he was fine with that.  The girlfriend had not made a sound from upstairs – but since she is a light sleeper, I knew I was in big trouble.  Rich asked me if I was in the doghouse because of him – and I told him that I was already previously in the doghouse … plus the moment he first knocked on my front door, I got into the doghouse even deeper … so there was NO TURNING BACK NOW.  ;o)   He then asked me the magic question, “You got any booze?”    Continued on next page >>>

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Midlife Bachelor chronicles lifestyle, dating, and relationship experiences and advice to avoid a midlife crisis. Readers like you are often beyond young adulthood in their 30’s, 40’s, and 50’s that want to understand how dating, sex, relationships, and love fit in with our lifestyles.