Saturday morning. 3:30 a.m. The phone rings. I wake up on the first ring but don't immediately register what the noise was--alarm clock, cell phone, land line? I hear it again and recognize it as the land line. I nudge Marc (phone's on his side) and the questions start pouring through my head. Who could it be? What has happened? It has to be bad. Even on the East Coast--where my whole family is--it's only 6:30 a.m. Nobody should be calling us for anything.
Turns out it's Jamal. We don't know Jamal. We can only assume that Jamal is drunk dialing someone. Dammit.
Though I'd only been asleep for a couple of hours, I was then wide awake. I laid in bed for almost 3 hours before I fell asleep again. Then Marc tries to mock me for sleeping in until 10:00, until he found out that I hadn't fallen back asleep after the phone call.
We've decided that the next time we're awake at 3:30 on some random weekday, we'll give Jamal a call and see how he feels about being woken up. Heh.
In other news, on Friday night, after some predrinking at B-Dubs, we headed downtown to Ringler's at Phil's request (since he's the birthday boy and all). I played pool for the first time in a few years. I was on Marc's team, and in the course of two games, I hit one whole ball in. Good thing he's a much better player than I am, and that Greg sucks just about as badly as I do (he was on Phil's team). Earlier in the day, I'd met up with Laura for lunch and some shopping downtown. It was a good day. And so ends my entirely backwards recap of yesterday.
Today we caught Superbad (which was pretty good) and went shopping for a new wedding band for Marc because his original one has been known to tear up leather steering wheels. And I don't want the new car's steering wheel to get messed up.
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That happened to us once, but instead of the phone, it was some asshat ringing our doorbell in the middle of the night -- scared the crap outta me!
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