September 17, 2006

Drunk Dial

When I've had a little bit to drink, I get very chatty and a bit bossy. I'm chatty anyway, but when I've had a little bit to drink, it's the kind of chatty that is, well, a little more bossy.

I rarely drink enough to get really drunk. I just don't like to amount of effort it takes to focus through the impairment.

What does this have to do with anything?

Well, a friend of mine invited me out to go dancing tonight. Because I like to tip my bartenders, I don't like places that have a cover charge.

Anyway, we decided to "pre-game" a little at his apartment and he "pre-gamed" a little too much. The bouncers at the club wouldn't let him in because he was too far gone.

So, we went and sat at a diner for a half hour and he decided he just needed to go to bed.

So, I headed back to my apartment. I called pretty much everyone I know.

I didn't call people I believed would be asleep, but I called everyone else.

No one answered.

Except one friend. I got to talk to him for a while and that was nice. I even got to talk to his new boyfriend. That was cool, too.

But now, I'm totally sitting on my sofa, waiting to get sleepy.

Too bad you're not here to talk to me. Cuz I am really in a chatty mood right now.

Posted by Flibbertigibbet at September 17, 2006 12:01 AM | TrackBack

I saw that missed call! I thought it was a mistake - with a name that begins with an 'A' you tend to get mistake calls often. I wish I would have heard the phone! I was in South Bend, IN at a bar recounting a terrible Notre Dame game with my cute Notre Dame fan boyfriend. (I know, not the place you would have expected me.)
Well, it is too bad I missed your call. I would have loved a chat!! Take care Flibby!!

Posted by: Alison in Atlanta (formerly in Athens) at September 18, 2006 09:07 AM
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