I'd be chilling at home. They can keep her.

Wait, is this too "boomer humor" in the line of "wife bad, hurr hurrr"? I need better material.

In reality, no, I wouldn't be listening to music. I'd be on the phone with every person I know who hunts, asking if I can borrow a rifle for a late night hunting trip, right the fuck now. Bonus points if they're a good enough friend that you can ask them to help you bury the bodies, then just invite him along for fun and entertainment.