Originally Posted by
Snood 
I've since agreed to pick her and useless SD up on Friday night - they're making their own way to the restaurant.
I also got a credit card holder hurled across the room. I simply thought, 'act your age and not your shoe size'.
Awesome.
You've agreed to enable them again by collecting their drunk arses from the restaurant and driving them home to your place. When their drunk arses get home, "wifey" will down another bottle of "fizzy" and be a bitch to you.
Then you can get back on the interwebs to chase down your ex-girlfriend from decades ago.
Sucks to be you.