And I went....
to pick her up.... in the rain...
"Closing time" at any of my gatherings entailed all men who were left standing (even just a little bit, teetering on the edge of passing out didn't get you out of it), had to serenade me (and all the other girls) in their skivies, on the beach with The Perfect Country and Western Song.
My house, my rules!
Needless to say, My girlfriends and I know that song backwards and forwards.
Hmmm, maybe I'll have to reinstitute that rule for the next gathering!