An open letter to my friends

The next time memorial day comes around I'd like to ask a favor of you.
When we head up to the lakehouse let's be a little more careful about the room selection situation. Granted, I picked the room with the 4 beds because it was the only one left. I chose the single standalone bed for a reason. It was the most remote and clearly the bunk bed wasn't an option.

The thing is, the remotest of beds will not protect my noise zone barrier when a buddy hooks up with a hefty girl. This goes double when they are in the top bunk. No matter how quiet you think you are being, it's not quiet enough. Dude, she's hefty. There were more creaks the Yosemite Park.

I'm a trooper and I understand that sometimes you have to take one for the team, but there is a breaking point for everything. Once I heard zipper, I was out of there.
I'm sure that threw you off of your game for a moment. My bad. However, I was justified when minutes later I saw everyone else exit the room.

I'm not knocking you. In fact, the next morning when I was cooking breakfast and you walked in, grinned and apologized. "I'm sorry", you said with a chuckle. "No your not", I replied.

"No, I'm really not", was your retort.

Being a guy is awesome. Just don't bang chubbies in the same room as me and we'll be cool.