Admitting this may not be in my best interest, but that's never stopped me before...
Have you ever pretended your phone connection was bad so that you'd be able to end (or not even have) a conversation with someone who you'd rather not talk to? Well, last night I was in the middle of the Scene XXIII: 'I'm a Loser' in the play 'Life of Chip'. After getting home, I promptly changed into clothes that no one other than my roommate ever sees me in and prepared for a night of editing and baseball. At about 8:15 my phone rings, so I check to see who's calling. It's Dale. I figure he's left happy hour (I think to myself, "Self, I'm surprised Dale's left so early"), and is calling to let me know what I missed. The following exchange took place (as best I can recount):
Female voice: "You better get the fuck down here right now, what are you doing?!?!?"
Let's pause. Despite internet rumors, Dale is NOT a female. (take a moment if you need it to collect yourself) I realize that Dale is in fact still at the blogger happy hour and my absence has someone upset, or they're bored or maybe had a few too many martinis... At this point (well, before the phone rings), there is no chance I'm going out. I've already called it a night, and as lame as it may be, nothing this person could've said would have changed my mind. Shit, what's a guy to do?
Female voice: "Where are you, get your ass over here!"
Me: "Helloooooooo? Dale? Hello?"
Female voice: "This isn't Dale. Come to happy hour now!" (she sounded very angry, or maybe it was just her way of shouting over all of the noise)
Me: "Hello? Uhh... I can't hear anything."
I hung up. So, while I do feel bad about pulling such a stunt. "Get the fuck down here right now" isn't exactly near the top of my list of "Ways to talk to someone for the first time who you've never met." Consequently, I don't feel THAT bad, but I will buy said bloger a drink at the next blogger function (that I attend). Any guesses as to who it was?