1-800-Dysfunctional family
I received my first drunk dial.
From my father.
I'll be fucked if that wasn't weird.
The slurred speach, the random fits of laughter, all signs pointed to drunk. I knew something was up when the first words out of his mouth were, "You're not getting married or nothing, are you?" He then proceeded to shout in my ear all sorts of affectionate endearments, followed by the inebriated staple "I love you, man." I have yet to receive the obligatory "hey, did I call you?" follow up, and am not exactly sure how to handle that when (if) it comes.
I'm not sure if the fact that I haven't seen him in 2 years makes this more or less awkward.
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