Last night proved to be an enjoyable evening at the Polish Home. Several friends showed up and we had good, good times, drinking, chilling, and playing pool. Steve and I drank the most, I'm pretty sure of that. Our friends pretended not to know us when we began dancing. An interesting but true fact--I suck at pool, but I'm even worse when I'm drunk. I actually made the white ball jump off the table. After the bar, we went to our local diner. Steve and I left our cars.
Walking into the diner, I grabbed the SAT Coaching brochure, and lo and behold, the names of the "coaches" I recognize from high school! They are teachers and one, was a real wuss and the bowling league coach. So what does a drunk girl do at 2am but call the numbers until the people get so pissed that they take their phones off the hook.
The climate of the diner got chillingly exciting when Tom the bartender walked in. I hear other patrons calling out his name and I start yelling for free drinks. Some guy with long hair comes over and lo and behold, he remembers this bowling coach too, and wants to call him for himself. But the phone was off the hook.
I received a voicemail from a woman at 6.47 am and she was none too thrilled that she received a call at 2am. She advised me to call back during normal business hours.
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so who was this woman who called you at 6 in the morning???
Dave
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