My Greatest Drunk Dial to Date

As those of you who know me already know, I have a SERIOUS drunk dialie problem - always have. Many moons ago I recorded my most famous drunk dial on this very blog (see Pancake Boy post). I believe I have now topped that call.

(applause)

So, let me begin by setting the stage. On a random Thursday night I am on the phone talking to the boy. He mentions to me that a law firm in Turkey has sent him a letter and is interested in him working for them. This is an interesting propostion for him as his family lives there and all. I say nothing and the conversation moves on.

Fast forward to Friday night, at the Goose with the gang. Having a good ole time and way too many drinks. Along comes the late hour of 9:30 (yes, you read that right) and I was a goner. So, of course, I decide to call the boy. We are ten minutes into a pleasant conversation. Here is where I will pick it up:

Boy: Gonna study a lot this weekend
Drunk Dialer: (dramatic pause, then LOUDLY) I'm not moving to Turkey.
Boy:...
Boy: (loud laughter)
Boy: Did I ask you to?
DD: No. But I want you to know. I'm not moving to Turkey. Boise, maybe. Turkey, no.
Boy: (more laughter)

Now, of course, you need to know that I did not remember this conversation the next morning. As I lay in my bed and pieces of the night returned to me, I suddenly heard myself saying that now famous line "I'm not moving to Turkey." I groaned, and immediately flashed back to the Pancake Boy and figured it was over for me and the boy and he would forever be known as "Turkey Boy" in my long line of drunk dialie crash and burns.

Thankfully, though, this boy is quite familar with my drunk dialies and took it all in stride. When he called the next afternoon, we were all sitting around drinking again.

DD: So. We were all just wondering what you and I talked about last night. (praying that it was all a bad dream)
Boy: Well. Let's see. We talked about how you weren't moving to Turkey.

(Wince)

DD: Well. As long as we have that out of the way.