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Klutch.xls: Hey Jealousy . . .
I woke up early Saturday morning and as I walked naked through my curtainless apartment I noticed the little red light on my cell phone flashing.

pee or retrieve messages

pee or retrieve messages

Well, curiosity killed the cat but all my bladder ever gave me was an infection so I thought I would compromise. Glance ever so slightly at the screen to see if I could get any information and then ponder that while "walking the dog" in the bathroom.

you missed 13 calls

I had gone to bed after midnight, it was now only 7:30am and somehow I had missed 13 calls. That's almost 2 per hour.

Let's see (feeling listy again) what goes through my mind:

1. Dead Grandfather
2. Dead Grandmother
3. Dead parents
4. Dead siblings
5. Won a contest
6. Mistaken for Juan Carlos again
7. Someone singing "Carry on my wayward son"

*Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding*

If you picked # 7 then you are the winner!

That's right folks, if for some reason you have the urge to sing Kansas at 4:27 in the morning, give me a buzz. I may not take the call, don't let that stop you, leave it as a message. Call back 7 more times. Who knows? Perhaps I'll decide to pick up at some point. At 4:42 in the morning.

Of course, I love the drunken phone call. Love it, love it, love it. I love to make it and I love to receive it. On the receiving end, you get to live a little bit of the fun and you get to make fun of your friends on web-sites the following monday.

If you make the call, well, I think you know how much fun that is.

klutch.xls is jealous of the NYC fun and hopes to make it down next time

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