My bf had some friends take us to the bar tonight. He texted me while we were there saying he wanted to go. Obviously too drunk. I made the exit happen and we started the half hour (at least) walk home. Not even 5 minutes into the walk he darts off into the trails. He knows I don't walk the trails at night- that's how murders happen. And I told him so then. So I kept on the streets and he had vanished. I made it home in a reasonable time and he showed up an extra 30 minutes later! And he can't even stand! I effing hate nights like these.