J&B on Saturday night led to a certain malaise on Sunday. Which in turn reminded me of somebody else's story. Cheered me up no end to think that there are others who fare much worse than trying to do a two-step at two in the morning.
Like so ...
Text message, 12:43 a.m.
“If I haven’t told you this already, I love you … I love the weird part of my life that you’ve become … and I miss you when I don’t hear from you … and this is probably the most vocal that I’ve been in a long time so … yaaayyy for gin!”
e-mail, 10:07 a.m.
Horrified.
Because of what we read in this ugly little thing on our phone, called The Sent Folder (DAMN YOU technology!!). All ten of our toes curled when we read what we had written (WHERE were you, DAMNED DIGITS, when we were TYPING that message?!) so yes, we're assuming the same happened at your end. Perfectly justified.
What we're ATTEMPTING (unsuccessfully, so far) to do, is apologise most profusely.
Henceforth:
1. We shall NOT, under ANY conditions, mix alcohol with medication.
2. If, despite following the above commandment, we DO, even START feeling REMOTELY tipsy, we shall DEMAND that any devices of communication be taken away from us IMMEDIATELY.
We're sorry.
Honest, truly.
But we're hoping like hell you know that we didn't *mean* any of that.
We DO miss you when we don't hear from you but we did NOT mean it to sound so asinine and (eeuuuww!) lovelorn (DAMN YOU, endless gin and medication!!).
We are NOT psycho stalkers. PLEASE ignore the evidence.
Extremely Embarrassed,
Us.
Heh! Given a choice, I'm fine with the hangover. (And no, I didn't get this story off eM - reads like her style though, dunnit?)
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NOTICE - of sorts, in the current post on my other blog. Grateful for help from kind souls.
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12 comments:
You DO have a problem
Hmmm...I remember replying to a perfectly serious e-mail from a classmate once with a mail that said (roughly):
"Ha! Ha! I can touch type and yo cant! I can touch tpye even when I'm drunk and you cant touch type evenwhen youre sobre! Youre such a loser!" (typos roughly as in the original)
There should be a law.
Dada, that has got to be the lamest attempte ever to convince young girls to share a table with you.
However, thanks for the heads-up on quiz happening shortly after my arrival in hometown. Which is it?
Argus.
R.M. Sen's quiz.
Usual place, I guess.
When do you arrive?
J.A.P.
Oh God, anyone but R. M. Sen!
But, so starved am I of quizzing that I shall turn up anyway.
Arriving on November 1st tentatively.
Gone are those awesome QFI Sunday mornings... sigh...
Heh. eM ishtyle only :)
mmmmm, alcohol and medication...
example of being vocal under alcoholic influences :
girl gets drunk. girl calls boy. tells her she loves him. girl keeps phone. proceeds to call up other boy. on std. three-fourth way across the country. from kolkata to mumbai. girl proceeds to moans for the space of half an hour about how she called first boy and told him she loved him.
girl keeps phone. calls up third boy.
Yes well, you get the drift. After that it all got very confusing, until I followed some kindly soul's advice and went and stood under the cold shower. It was January and the shower brought me back to my senses but by then all the damage was done. It be miracle I'm still alive and with any semblance of a reputation :D
also have left suggestion re notice on other blog whose comments you never seem to check :(
tumi amar post-er title keno lift korechho? eta khub unfair byapar. hah!
i have no good feelings left for you any more.
Sir, please do change the link on your sidebar. You've probably given the MILF hunters far more publicity than they deserve.
New post! New post!!
We demand a new post!
Sorry! You seem to have become the official victim of all chemical (in this case caffeine, NOT alcohol) induced raves.
:D
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