Reminds me of the time I accidentally rode my best friend’s horse.
We had just finished at the Boston Tea Party (culmination of two nights of heavy drinking). I ended up semi-passed out hatless on a table in an empty pub. I left walked out into the dark stable but I didn’t care because I could barely keep a thought in my head.
Next thing I know I’m climbing on top of something. It’s a mare and she’s letting me ride slowly. After a few dozen miles she nays what my drunkeness could only interpret as “oh I feel you so different right now… I like it so much” then I dismount and she swings her head around for a kiss. Just as she touches my lips she stops and nays what felt like a “Oh my god… insert my name here?”
She knocks me onto my stomach, jumps over a nearby creek bed and stares at me for what seems like an eternity. By this point I’m quite aware but still unable to form coherent senteces. I try to say something but I’m unsure what came out. Sudently she rears up and gallops away.
It took me 30 minutes to get up and find my town. I can’t find her anywhere and I know out my friend is sleeping in the house next to mine.
Fastforward three days, she’s giving me the silent treatment, he doesn’t seem to know anything and I feel like I’ve died and hell is a soap opera.
How do I tell him? What do I do?