Drunk Dialing

Ah drunk dialing, good times, good times.

One night when I was single I DD a guy that I had just broke up with. By broke up I mean he got tired of me playing games and told me he didn’t want to see me anymore because I’m a heartbreaker . So, picture this Sicily 1979, I mean um so after a night of drinking I got home and felt a little lonely. I said self I wonder what Bob* is doing? I called him at home, no answer. Cell, no answer. So then I said self I wonder what Pete* is doing. And so on and so forth until I passed. Pitiful? No. Sad, lonely and desperate? Absofuckinglutely.

I woke up the next day wondering why my phone was in my hand. It suddenly hit me and DOH! I remember now. WOWSERS!! Very embarrassing. Oh well, no harm, no foul. That was until my phone rang. The first phone call was from “Pete”, I saw his number and said uh good to DD not good for sober conversation. Later that day I was on line when suddenly “BOB” IM’d me and it went a little something like this.

Bob: I saw you called me at 2:30 am.
Me: No, I didn’t.
Bob: Yes, you did.
Me: Well, maybe from my cell being in my purse it accidentally dialed your number. Sorry about that.
Bob: It dialed my home and my cell?
Me:
Bob: Hello
Me:
Bob: Hello
Me: Hmmm that’s weird. I have to look into getting a new phone.

Note to self: Dumbass next time you lie try and remember the details of the evening. I did dial both numbers and came up with a lame ass lie.

So things have progressed. Last night a friend came over. Fonz, friend and I had drinks. Friend left at 9:00 pm. Fonz and I continued to drink and then started dancing. I then DD my brother and my friend when Fonz went to the bathroom. Someone please take my phone away from me when I drink. Why do I feel the need to call and talk to folks when I can’t hold a conversation. Oh me so sad!!

*Names have been changed to protect the victims