What's so important about volleyball that D not only has to go out in a snowstorm to play (tonight isn't a league night, so he could've just stayed home), but goes to the bar afterwards for a few brews. Sometimes this volleyball stuff really pisses me off. "Go to sleep" he says before he leaves, knowing that even on a regular night, I can't fall asleep until he's home. I'm supposed to be able to fall asleep while he puts his life in the hands of someone who pounds back 6 brews in the matter of 75 minutes and then gets behind the wheel in a snowstorm?

(Picture borrowed from here)