My (now husband "Steve") and I had only been dating for about a year or so when all this happened. He was working midnights at the time and I was still pretty deep in my "party girl" phase. One night i was invited to a house party so i called Steve at work and told him i was going to go to the party and that i just wanted him to know where i was going to be at. I knew he wasn't happy about the idea but he knew the people i was going to be with so he didn't say much else about it.
I started drinking fast and heavy and it wasn't long before i was on the line between consciousness and black out. At some point the party got out of hand and the cops came and broke it up, leaving me piss ass drunk outside at 3am with no house key (i was living with steve at the time and forgot the key at home). The next thing i know 2 friends of mine that i had known for a long time ("Glen & Mike") pulled up in a car asks offered to take me home. I explained the key situation and Glen told me I could crash at their place until Steve got off work to pick me up.