Here's one more.
I haven't seen the person I drunk dialed at 430 AM Vegas time the first night in a while. So I finally see her today.
"Hey...come here, I missed you."
I'm thinking, okay, cool, she's not too pissed.
I get a big hug, a little peck on the cheek, and she says "I really missed you."
I told her I missed her as well, I told her I got some stuff for her, and she smiles and says thanks.
And then just as I'm pulling away thinking I'm safe, she hits me and says "and that's for calling me at 730 in the morning and waking me up, you son of a bitch."
Ah, well, I'll smooth it all out tonight -- going out for Halloween and it should be fun.
