Oh and by the way... can you bring five hundred bucks with you.

Back in the day, I had to "drunk call" my wife to come and pick my sorry ass up because I couldn't drive. Then I had to get the lecture and "The look of disapproval". I shudder at the memory.

Of course.  More than a couple of times.  Most often to some bitch who broke my heart, or a half-forgotten buddy whose number suddenly floats to the surface.

Everytime I come home for the holidays for the month of december I get all sentimental and think about  all my old HS friends and Boyfriends still stuck in this god-forsaken town. It never fails after a few eggnogs I'll start thinking about them,and I have called them like at midnight or even later..so I was sluring words. Oh it was terrible,and I still get redfaced thinking about it!

You're not a man until you are taking good care of your family, losing that irritating condition of virginity, had stitches, broken bones, bought/fixed a car, thrown a good spiral, and called that bitch who broke your heart at midnight after pretending to have a good time with your buddies with eight beers of bad domestic swill. . .

Let's see . . . . . ummm. . . . . . . just about every day.

Now if I could just get munhab61dtahah's numba'

I have to admit, I personally have not done this but when one of my best friends moved from Tennessee to South Dakota...he did this to me a lot....usually forgetting about the time difference!  I learned to put my phone on silent at night then would listen to his messages in the morning!

Hey, I even drunk called another RIA reviewer!

I did once. My friend and myself decided to call another friend whilst we were absolutely hammered and sing "Superwoman" by Karyn White. He was laughing so hard listening on his phone at a club that the bouncers wanted to know what was wrong with him. I don't do this regularly, but my cousin does during all hours of the night and believe me its hilarious. From him moaning about loosing $20 to a game of poker and giving his friend the same amount and that friend winning $400 and saying "Hello" to the nice white guy named Bob. His antics in a club paying $10 for a girl's drink she walked away he called her a B**ch, I asked him then where she was and he said "Right next to me".

More times than I care to remember... come to think of it, probably more times than I CAN remember.

This is one of the reasons I don't drink anymore. Something about being lonely and drunk brings out the idiot in me.

I'm never the one making the calls; I'm always the one receiving them, ask numbah :-P