Yes!

Of course you want another bottle! Unfortunately, there is laundry to fold back home, and dinner to prepare, and you don't want Janie asking questions. You're also not sure if it would be safe to drive if you had more, or if you could pass for sober at home, if and when you got there.

Do you care, though? The laundry isn't going to expire and become dirty again if you don't fold it in a timely manner, and you could always just order out. The kids would probably rather have pizza anyway. You cook and clean every day! Don't you deserve a break for once? Would it really matter if you were still slightly buzzed come dinner time? You're an adult. You're allowed to partake of le grape every now and then.

You could even order one of those disgusting Hawaiian pizzas for Janie, as a thanks for watching your two youngest, and make it an extended family affair. She's going to ask questions regardless, but maybe she won't ask as many if she's shoving food into her ugly ass face.

"You know what? Fuck it," you say. "Let's do it!" Rick nods in approval.

"That's the spirit!"

"Actually, wine is not a spirit," Jack tells him with a wink, "but I'll be happy to bring you more."

They say **** loosens lips, and today proves no different. The second bottle helps you open up to each other in ways you had previously avoided. You were aware that Rick's marriage was "dead in the water," as he put it, but he never gave you specifics. Now, however, you're both divulging intimate details of your respective marriages.

"He's just so boring," you hear yourself say, "and it's not supposed to be like that, is it? With men, I mean. Ever since I was a little kid, sneaking off with my mother's Cosmos, I've seen articles telling women how to keep their men happy and interested. I don't go looking for them. I've never had to, because they're everywhere, but also because I have no use for them. The few that I have read were wasted on me because he stays happy, and he's only interested in doing it the exact same way, every time. I don't understand how anyone could be content with that."

You should feel guilty, sharing Josh's bedroom habits, but you don't. You won't, either, not even after the **** wears off, because you wanted this. Just yesterday, you were complaining to yourself about your lack of confidantes. You've needed someone other than Janie to complain to, and who better than Rick? Having never met your husband or anyone else in your life, he's completely detached from it, and so brings little risk to the role.

"If you would have told me all this a year ago," he says, "I wouldn't have understood it either, but I'd settle for just about any kind of action at this point, no matter how boring. He's not in my shoes, though, so it is pretty weird, but at least you're still getting some."

As he's saying this, you get a text.