Going Deep

Here is a little trick we learned from this guy Furry Husband used to work with many years ago. It's called "going deep". TC would go deep all the time. We'd be at a Rockies baseball game or at a crowded bar in Denver and all of a sudden he'd be gone.
'Where's TC?'
'Eh, he musta gone deep'

You know when you are at a party and you've had all the fun you're gonna have? You want to leave so you can go pass out in your own bed or get sick in your own toilet? Or maybe it's a work party? You'd rather poke your eyes out with a fork than spend one minute more with the people they pay you to see 40 hrs a week.

No doubt, the minute you tell people good-bye, they all begin their pleading with you to stay... noooooo - don't go! Stay! Stay and party with us! It's no fun without you! Stay!

Next time - just go deep.

Simply wait for everyone to be otherwise engaged and quietly slip out the door.

Everyone continues having a great time and several hours later they look around... 'heeyyyy - wheresh Shanshter and that furry man she shleeps wif?'

'I dunno? They were jussssst here a *hic* minute ago?'

*shrug*

'There any beers left? Passh one over here - *hic*'

Everyone stays happy, by the time they realize you've left, they are too drunk to care and you don't have to fend off any pleas to stay.

It's called going deep. Use it. Embrace it.

You're welcome.