Ever get on the phone and call a friend, talk to them for about 10mins before you figure out that you were talking to the wrong friend?
Went out on a B-Day dinner with the wife, and we were having some margaritas and one of those really close personal moments that two people who have been married for 11 yrs have--the one where she pulls out the cell phone and calls her Dad in Ohio to talk and leave me there with my thumb up my ass at a table in a public restaurant...methinks maybe me lady was pissed about the cracker-jack wonderwoman decoder ring I gave her as a gift (had to open six boxes before I found the thing).
So I am sitting there all "alone"...So whatta I do? Call a buddy, right. Tried to call A-Dogg and the buzz musta made me dial Joey-Bags (two numbers are right next to each other in phonebook)...
So I am talking to Joey, but think it is A-Dogg and do not figure out my blunder until I ask him how his daughter is doing...Daughter? You askin about my sister? Oops, ding-dong...
Sorry Joey-Bags, but it was great to talk to you...albeit that I am a dumb ass and thought you were Adrian for quite some time--and I am sure you caught my drunken blunder.
I be a dipshit...but to the many who know me, that will not surprise you much.
peace,
D.
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