The Bachelor Party

Evidently, it is the best evening my soon-to-be-husband has spent in some time. I wake up this morning on the couch and wonder what has happened last night to my fiancee. He did not wake me up when he got home?! Did he make it home?! Ah, there are his keys on the coffee table...and his shirt on the chair...and his shorts on the top step. I spy my intended sleeping like a baby, once I reach the top of the stairs. Money, credit cards and his license are laying in disaray on the floor. Must of been a good time, I think.