I don't recommend bitching at your boyfriend after he comes home an hour late from a busy night at work because you made some weird chowder concoction and were waiting for him and dammit, that's just not fair to you.
Nope, I wouldn't do that. Not if you're going to turn around the very next week and be two hours late coming home because you went out, got loaded, and then stayed downtown talking to your friend in her car for a full hour after you got shooed out of the bar.
Because when you finally get home you could discover that your guy's been sitting up, worrying. You might find that he's been keeping a plate of New York strip and potatoes warm for you. He might be totally cool about the whole thing and only tease you gently for being a drunky hypocrite. And, after all that, it's possible you'll feel a just a little tiny bit like a gaping asshole.