Saturday, December 10, 2005

Why I Will Not Be Answering My Phone Today

There are different kinds of hang-overs. There's the kind where you wake up and wonder why the phone is in the bathtub and you can't for the life of you remember why. And then there's the kind where you wish to god you didn't remember why. I think we can guess which applies to me.

9 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

And today of all days, I know exactly what you mean.

12/10/2005 07:32:00 AM  
Blogger luckybuzz said...

Oh no. Was it a pretty straight shot from the shocking-tits to the bathtub-phone?

Hope you recover quickly.

12/10/2005 09:20:00 AM  
Blogger Aunt B said...

Yeah, it was a pretty straight shot from "nervous about my 'shocking' tits" through the vodka/Bailey's cocktails to the sitting in the tub fighting on the phone with the Man from GM about GM's exploitation of rap artists.

I don't really know anything about that or even if GM does exploit rap artists, but I was fixing for a fight, too drunk to stand, and it seemed like it might be a topic ripe for conflict. Not my finest moment.

Not the most obnoxious thing I did all night, either, but let's just take it as emblematic of the rest of the evening.

12/10/2005 12:24:00 PM  
Anonymous Sarcastro said...

Can you give us an example of the most obnoxious thing you did all evening?

12/10/2005 02:36:00 PM  
Anonymous Nashville Attorney said...

I bet it was constant references to her tits. =)

12/10/2005 02:59:00 PM  
Blogger Aunt B said...

Nashville Attorney, are you psychic?

12/10/2005 03:08:00 PM  
Blogger Exador said...

Mrs Schwartz is over, and nagging me for the source of your magic bra.

Victoria's Secret?

I guess she's looking for an evening like the one you had last night.

12/10/2005 05:16:00 PM  
Blogger Aunt B said...

Your wife wants to get drunk and annoy Sarcastro? I'm pretty sure she doesn't need a fabulous bra for that.

12/10/2005 05:19:00 PM  
Blogger Yankee T said...

AAAAAW, I'm so sorry. I'm too old to do that now, but I sure as hell remember it. Quelle Bummer.

12/10/2005 09:21:00 PM  

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