2:55am · Allston Rock City, MA
The last of the party guests had gone home, hopefully happy. Joey had done his part of knocking out eight or nine bottles of red wine. So I put my none-too-steady husband to bed, assuming he'd be asleep in minutes. Next I set about tidying up, putting away leftover cheeses, covering olives, closing bottles of tonic, organizing the empties...when I heard an exuberant voice from the living room say "Red velvet cake!" Apparently Joey was up again. He had gotten himself a fork, and was doing some naked post-party drunken cake eating. Notice the wide-open window and lack of pants. You know what, guys? He's never boring. 💓
