Use a humidifier. Yes, you'll see...
Friday night, he went out with his new roommates to get to know them and meet some new peeps. They went downtown, hung out, and he was the DD because he was sucking up to them and allegedly he wasn't drinking because he had to find his way back to our house. Riiiiiight. So they close a few bars and then he drives them all home, turns around and tries to find his way back to our house.
At approximately 3:30 ish. AM. Remember those days?
Yeah, me neither. Except for the last time I was in Vegas, where there are no clocks, ergo, no time. And all my brains had to stay there because there's that vegas vortex.
So the manboy is lost and drives around for an hour trying to find our house. And no, I didn't give him the wrong directions. Finally found his way home, uses the garage door opener to get in....and of course, the door was locked. He tried knocking. And calling our cellphones, which were not in our bedroom, where we were sleeping. With the humidifier on. (see? You knew I'd get there!)
And knocking. And calling.
Didn't ring the doorbell, though, because it was so carefully hidden right next to the door, with a bright light on it. Tough to see and all. With those beer goggles on.
After we discovered him on the doorstep, he did crash out for a few hours until he got up, febreezed his shirt, and left to sign his new lease, and then drive 14 hours to get home.
Finally got the stinky manboy, bar smoky beer funk, AXE cologne smell out of his room late Sunday.
By using....wait for it......the humidifier.
