Pajama Party
Over the holidays, when I was young, it was traditional for a few of the households down to road to meet at one house, then move on to other houses throughout the day and evening. Often the last house would be Jill and Ray’s. By that time, all the adults would have had a few drinks.
Jill loved entertaining; however, Ray wasn’t such a fan. So, when he decided he’d had enough for the night, he would get changed into his pajamas, come back downstairs with his toothbrush, brush his teeth in the kitchen sink, and head back upstairs.
We all knew there was a bathroom upstairs. This was his way of telling everyone to get out and go home. Story credit: Reddit / (highrouleur)
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