Drunk Dialies

Recently gmp wrote about drunk dialies and reminded me of this story.

A few years back I was chillin at a Halloween party with my pals Jimbo, Greg and Renee. A couple of beers in, these three guys dressed as Ghostbusters walk in. I was very amused by one in particular, and I thought he was cute, too. Somewhere during the course of the evening I gave him my number and he called later that week.

The Ghostbuster and I dated for a little over a month. We saw each other about three times week or so. He was a cool guy and we had a good time together. The Friday night before "the incident" occurred, we had a little discussion about our situation and where we were headed. We mutually agreed that we were just having some fun and wanted to keep it simple and casual for the time being. (Please retain this piece of information for later use.)

So Saturday finds me at The 'Cock, our local neighborhood bar at the time, with my girls Claire and Lindsay. Suddenly in walk a huge group of our guy friends, out for the evening celebrating the birthday of The Hammer. We are all extremely happy to see each other, and many rounds of shots are bought and consumed, as well as untold amounts of beer. The Hammer had recently moved away and had also started a new relationship which he was very excited about. As I sat and caught up with him, he looks at me with stars in his eyes and asks,"Do you have a sweetheart? Do you have someone that will get up on a cold Sunday morning and make you pancakes? Cuz that's how you know you've got a keeper - if he'll make you pancakes."

Hmmm...I sit and ponder this thought of Hammer's for awhile. As the Patron flows through my veins I realize that the only way to really know is to ask. I march up to Lindsay and demand to use her phone (which is odd since mine was in my purse - shoulda been my first clue that I had no business making any phone calls.) I walk into the bar of the kitchen with Lindsay right behind me, probably hoping to do damage control. I dial up the Ghostbuster.

Here I will pause for you to remember what I asked you to retain earlier - that the very night before we had decided to keep our dating simple and casual.

Of course, as luck would have it (HA!) I got voicemail. I considered hanging up, but this pancake issue was really nagging at me now. So I left a message. I believe it went something like this:

"I have a question for you. (slur, slur) My friend wants to know if I have a sweetheart. Are you my sweetheart? (more slurring) Would you get up on a cold morning and make me pancakes? I really like pancakes. Would you make me some? But no syrup. Then I would know if you are my sweetheart."

Well, truth be told there was a lot more to it, so I am told. I don't really recall it myself, but Lindsay does and says it was bad. That I went on and on about the damn pancakes, that I was slurring everything and that it was difficult to understand me. Ah, well. Drunk dialies are funny, right?

Apparently not. The next day I left a message for the Ghostbuster, apologizing for calling him up all wasted like that. Told him I was recovering, but to call me later that day. The guy never called me again, and so ended the adventures of me and the Ghostbuster.