Birthday weekend Part #2 "Gestation"
To continue where I left off last night. The porch swing is still sitting on the front porch. I am not going to touch it because I am still pissed at those fucksticks. Seriously I am afraid that if I bought something nice then one of those fuckers would break it. Plus I sent them a short email this morning asking when they were coming over to fix what they broke, they both denied it having any involvement in "Swing-Gate" as this ordeal has come to be known.
I think that is enough about the swing. On Saturday I woke up backwards (my head where my feet should be) in bed, naked, and alone, which would be a typical Saturday except for the hangover. The hangover was really not that bad, I felt tired dehydrated and my brain was defiantly working in first gear.)
I look at my phone it's 12:36 p.m. I check my messages and I notice I have a text message from Aphrodite. "Holy shit" I think, I don't remember texting her or calling her. I read her message "that was one sorry ass drink dial". "Fuck", I say to myself. This could be really bad.
I check my dialed calls and notice that I did in fact call her at 2 a.m and that the call lasted for 26 seconds. Now we have 2 options 1) did I call her and just listed to her voice mail message and then hang up? Or, option 2 did I call her and she answered and I spent a few seconds telling her how awesome I think she is and just embarrass myself AGAIN.
I knew I would not find out these answers until I contacted her, but do I call, text or email? Email, I decide, is out I have to call or text. Calling would be the mans way, call her and tell her why I said the things I said (or did I just hang up we don't know at this point). Do apologize or just act dumb, and blame it on the booze?
I decide to do a little of both. I test her (which is clearly the pussy way out) and say "What did you expect I was wasted". As I am waiting for her reply I am in shearer terror mode I am thinking all of the worst thoughts. Like she is going to call me back knowing that I am going to be hung over and verbally shit on me. Or worst of all she won't reply at all.
The phone beeps, it's her reply I am so nervous I can't read it, I almost vomit on the coffee table. First, off I am glad the silent treatment has ended Yea! Second, that was a fast reply, she was either expecting a text or her reply is a one or 2 words like "go fuck yourself" or "East shit and die"
I press the read button on the phone. It reads "Hello retard you hung up on my voice mail"... Crises averted. Cancel the red alert! Relax, take a deep breath. That was about the best response I could hope for. For one, I did not spend 30 seconds bitching her out for not answering my emails. Two I can play it off like I was really wasted, which was true. A couple more text about how I did not remember calling her and how hungover I am and it was done.
That was Saturday afternoon.
I part 3 (the Incubation) we will visit Saturday night.
In part 4 (The Birthday) we will recap and discuss the fall out of the entire weekend.
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