Unfortunately I don’t take my own advice to heart: Yesterday there was a party and I drank way way way too much. At 3 or 4 am I sat on the floor of my room, with the door wide open, phoning an old friend of mine overseas.
Since I had the door open, the cute girl, who lives down the corridor, saw me sitting there when she passed my room. Way to leave a lasting impression…
Alcohol is too much of a mood amplifier. While I started out having a blast, I foolishly brought up old shite and so my mood turned sour over the course of the discussion, as said friend wouldn’t agree with me for the life of it. Oh well, that should really teach me a lesson not to call people when I’ve had too many beers
Hi Opcoughcough Phew, I think I may have stopped myself just in time before invoking Unclebeer’s wrath (but since it is Unclebeer, maybe this is the right topic for him, he he).
Heh. One of my favorite subjects. I tend to get bored when I’m trying to have fun and am drinking. If I am alone, or even if my wife is around (as she tends to pass out after about 2 ounces of beer) I end up on the phone calling everyone in creation.
Whatever. I live too far away from my friends and family to drive to see them all the time, so I don’t care.
A friend of mine wants to put a breath-a-lyzer (I have no idea how to even begin spelling that.* Sorry) on his phone to prevent himself from making any phone calls after one too many beers. Wish I had one.
*yes, I know. One would begin to spell that with a “t” and then an “h” and so on. Figured I would say it first and get it out of the way.
Oh I like talking to people. Besides, when I’m back from drinking, it’s late here, but a reasonable hour over in the states, so that’s a good opportunity to speak some english.
I just need to make sure not to mention the wrong things, I came across like an ass yesterday
When I go out with my friends no drunk-dialing is one of the cardinal rules!
We have what we call “rules of the drunk club.” First of course is never, ever let anyone call an ex-boyfriend, ex-husband, ex-friend, ex-anything. We also try to discourage calling current ones - things either get heated or mushy, and either way the rest of us don’t want to hear it!
Then we go to things like “what happens at the bar, stays at the bar.” Meaning since most of us work in the same office, we really don’t want co-workers coming up to us on Monday morning and saying “Whoo-ee, I heard you guys had a really good time the other night!” <wink, wink>
Followed by some other common sense things like having a designated driver or taxi pick us up and no splitting up.
I think most of these evolved from collective bad experiences! It’s not a good feeling to go through the calls made from your cell phone and see your ex-boyfriend’s number (ahem, not that I would know. uh-huh, right)
Drunk Dialing…mmmmmm the memories or lack there of. Apparently I have an affliction for calling my snuggle buddy after bar times often, however, there have been occasions where I don’t recall even doing it. D’OH!
There’s a bar down the street that pours STIFF drinks, and they have 2 4 1 happy hours all the time. I would get two hi balls of either Sky Vodka or Jaegermeister and a redbull. They wouldn’t even finish the can of redbull, and this is in two drinks. Oh those things were memory erasers.
It’s had to have been at least a few weeks since I’ve drunk dialed, but I’m usually just certain these people want to hear from me, especially in my stupor.
