And then I think 10 years ago, drunk texting didn't exist and how many incidents were avoided then. This past Saturday, I wished drunk texting didn't exist. And for that matter caller ID. And I love texting, so that was a pretty big wish.
My girlfriend and I after a long week decided we had to go out. And by going out we hoped we would accidentally bump into these two fine specimens of men- Mr. S and Mr. B. We got more than we bargained for.
At one o'clock I decided we could move onto this trashy Jersey bar where the only time I want to go there is if I am already wasted and just want to dance, which pretty much was how I was feeling. After a beer and a shot, we decided to send Mr. S a friendly text. What happens two seconds after we send the text?! There he walks by with some Jersey ho in tow. I high fived my face. My girlfriend in an attempt to save herself from looking retarded sends a follow up text saying that I sent it and want his friend, Mr. B. At this point, she has conveniently blacked out. I have never made a quicker exit from a bar. So as if that wasn't an all time low point for me, what do I do to redeem myself? I drunk dial a guy I used to date.
Here I am sobbing hysterically in the streets walking in my new shoes I just bought, and crying to him about how my life is over. None of which he understood. And please, do NOT think for a moment that I was drunk booty calling him. No, no, no. I had already drunk booty texted someone else, which I completely forgot about til the next morning when he texted me back. I'm a real winner I tell you.
Don't worry, the story doesn't end there. My girlfriend's purse dialed Mr. S. Pretty sure our lives are over. And now we just pray we will never run into them again.
So while I love texting, I think from now on before I go out I will have a friend place a password on my phone so I can not drunk text or dial anyone. Why can't the bar have a keeper of the phones. I would pay to check my phone at the door!
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