We were attending my son's wedding and he had put all the in-laws and outlaws in a beach house.

 About one in the morning most folks were . We could hear voices in the kitchen as we crept down squeaky stairs. The voices stopped. Had they heard us? We give each other a look and my wife slides past me and walks into the kitchen. I hear her grab a glass and start the faucet. With a blanket tucked under my arm, I sneak out the front door. The door makes a noisy click as I close it.