Monday, September 25, 2006
My Permanent Accessory
I started writing down every single thing that I could remember about this past weekend. As I got into it, I realized how thoroughly embarassed I am. So I'm not going into great detail. If you weren't around for it though, all you need to know is that my little tailgating experience spun out of control due to some immaturity on my part. I'm quite sure that I dissappointed some people in the process, but I hope not.
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its the embarassing disappointing stories that your readers want to hear... (hint. i want to hear the embarassing disappointing story...)
There are many, but let's start with this... I drunk-dialed my father. My parents don't drink.
Could have been worse. Could have been an ex. You are a grown man... and you occasionally drink. I am sure this isn't news to your parents. Don't sweat it too much. (of course I say that having never met the Brett parents)
The people who matter won't mind, and the people that mind don't matter. ;)
Unless the people that mind are his parents...
Oh wait, I was supposed to say something reassuring...
I'm no longer allowed to have a cell phone while drinking for that very reason. I've called the parents before...not a good thing! But then again I've also thought I was calling an ex to gripe at him for something and instead called my home voicemail....not a pretty message to wake up to the next day. :0
I meant to ask. Is this a BNL reference?
Very good, Buster.
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