January 26, 2006

Another reason to hate phones.

This is a little story I’ve held off telling for two and a half weeks. It’s a valuable lesson to all of you drinkers out there. Some of you may recall there was a blogmeet here in northern Illinois on January 8. It was the much talked about Fritzfest. If you missed it, it was your loss. I had been drinking a little and we were talking about Bloggers that weren’t there.

Someone (I believe it was Tammi but I could be wrong) said we should call Army Wife Toddler Mom. In my alcohol soaked brain, this sounded like an excellent idea. Unfortunately we didn’t have a way to do it. Wait…. I have a cell phone, if I only had her number. At that point someone (I believe T1G, but I could be wrong) said “I have her number, it’s ###-###-####” (Except there where numbers and not the number symbol.)

I quickly call her up on the most hated of all electronic devices I own and precede to talk to her for a whole 5 minutes. Then we played pass the cell phone to all the bloggers. 45 minutes later and half a drained battery I get it back. It’s hot to the touch from all the bloggers that have been holding it to their head. (Yes when I got home I hit it with Clorox wipes) I put it away and didn’t think twice about, until the next day.

I’m at work, and my cell phone rings. The ringer on my phone is the MP3 of Foo Fighter’s Best of You, and it is loud. I’m fumbling through my coat trying to get to it. We’re not supposed to have cell phones on at work and I had forgotten to turn it off. I look at the caller ID and don’t recognize the number. I’m thinking someone has a wrong number, not just because I didn’t recognize the number, but also because no one calls me on my cell phone.

Upon answering the phone I have this conversation:

Contagion, “Hello”

Caller, “Hey, it’s me.”

Contagion, “uh… who’s me?”

Caller, “Army Wife Toddler Mom”

Contagion, “I’m at work, this isn’t a good time.”

AWTM, “T1G?”

Contagion, “No… This is Contagion.”

AWTM, “Oh, I thought this was T1G. I thought you called on his cell phone.”

Contagion, “No, I called you on my call phone.”

AWTM, “Well this is what you get for drunk dialing! I didn’t want to talk to you!”
And then she promptly hung up on me.

The moral of this story is: If you’re going to drunken dial, use someone else’s phone. If you don’t the people you called will hit redial at the most inopportune times.

Posted by Contagion in Shenanigans at January 26, 2006 04:53 PM | TrackBack

Now see, that was no way to react. She should have f*cked with you some more first since you were busy and THEN hung up on you rudely.

Posted by: caltechgirl at January 26, 2006 06:47 PM

Awwww man! I missed talking to AWTM?!?! Dang, I hate having to leave early....

Posted by: Richmond at January 26, 2006 07:29 PM

Geeze, it almost matches what she told me. Though I laughed pretty hard about it. ;-)

Posted by: vw bug at January 26, 2006 07:52 PM

Am I glad you don't have my phone number!

Posted by: Michele at January 26, 2006 10:43 PM

And you should have pretended you were T1G and talked to her for half and hour...in the bathroom.

Posted by: Ogre at January 27, 2006 05:40 AM

Yeah, I would have farked with you a bit more too then hung up rudely. Sigh . . . no one ever calls me . . .

Posted by: Oddybobo at January 27, 2006 08:20 AM

5 minutes....5 minutes huh? Contagion you are a fibber....

and for that matter....

didn't I say

"What the fuck Contagion, I thought this was somebody cool"


Posted by: ArmyWifeToddlerMom at January 27, 2006 04:14 PM

Yea 5 minutes. And you calling me a fibber? Wow, that's like a Porn star telling someone to abstain from sex!

Nah, you didn't say that, that would have required a level of politeness that you just don't possess.

Posted by: Contagion at January 27, 2006 04:19 PM

did you just mention me "Martha Stewart"...and porn star in the same sentence?

5 minutes....you talked FOREVER....

Posted by: ArmyWifeToddlerMom at January 27, 2006 04:25 PM

Sure did...

I talked forever? Hell you'd give Tammie a run for her money. You didn't quit talking long enough to take a breath. I could only take five minutes.

Posted by: Contagion at January 27, 2006 04:27 PM

I don't even wanna hear what else goes on for 5 minutes....

not gonna go there...

Posted by: ArmyWifeToddlerMom at January 27, 2006 04:29 PM

Hey Hey HEy!! Leave me outta this one dude!!! ;-)

Posted by: Tammi at January 27, 2006 07:14 PM

I challenge thee Contagion to Fight Club, or a drinking match......whomever passes out, gets knocked out or pukes is the loser....

Now if we can find sponsers

Posted by: ArmyWifeToddlerMom at January 27, 2006 08:09 PM

Uh, we might not want to go down this road. I’m not saying you can’t hold your liquor, but this could get expensive fast. Plus, based on the rules of challenging someone to a drinking contest:

1) Since you challenged me, I pick the drink. If you refuse to drink what you are given, you forfeit.
2) There will be no drinking of anything non-alcoholic between drinks
3) Four hours prior to the start of the contest there will be no eating.
4) Any other rules will be negotiated prior to the start of the contest.

Failure to comply with any rule is instant disqualification.

I take my drinking contests rather seriously.

Posted by: Contagion at January 28, 2006 09:30 AM

I cannot believe you are taking the low raod and making rules up.....

with a female...

I have been known to hold my liquor......

its on baby...

now to find sponsers

Posted by: ArmyWifeToddlerMom at January 28, 2006 10:17 AM

I'm not making rules up, obviously you've never been in an official drinking contest. Those are standard rules, just like a dual.

If you feel the need for special treatment, I guess I can make an exception this time.

Posted by: Contagion at January 28, 2006 10:46 AM