My friends and I visited the club last weekend.
We live about 45 minutes away from Birmingham.
When we want to hang out in the city and have fun, we get one person to drive us to the city and that person is the designated driver. Nobody really loves to be the designated driver, because that is the person that does not get to drink. Last time we went to the city, I was the designated driver. All of my friends were acting like jackals and I had to listen to everyone screaming and yelling the whole way back to our place. When we finally got home it was 4:00 in the morning. I had a problem with the furnace and I had to call a repair place nearby. The repair place couldn’t come to help me until the next day and I spent the whole evening without any heat. I was cold and miserable. The furnace repair technician didn’t arrive until almost lunch time the next day. This time when my friends and I went to the club in Birmingham, I made sure that someone else was a designated driver. If I went back to my house and there wasn’t any heat, I wouldn’t care if I was already drunk and ready to pass out. Luckily we didn’t have any problems at all. I drank a couple of beers and had a couple of shots. We stopped at a diner on the way home and we still didn’t get back to my place until later. I almost expected the furnace to be off but it was still on when I opened up the door.