So Sunday night, when I was about three beers deep into my evening, I drunk-dialed NotHideousGirl from the Hard Rock.
It was mostly just to see if she was feeling better than she'd been feeling Friday night.
I talked to her briefly. Asked her if she was feeling better. Asked her for her t-shirt size because I was about to buy her a pink Hard Rock t-shirt.
That's hilarious, if you know NotHideousGirl.
I also apologized to her for something I didn't do on Friday. I kinda feel like I dropped the ball then. She took my apology with the grace and confusion that were to be expected.
Okay, then tonight I talked to her for a bit. Told her that I had her shirt, and that I was holding it hostage until she agreed to have lunch with me and not be freaked out over my semi-drunken apology.
She didn't know what the fuck I was talking about.
See, I'd drunk-dialed her Sunday night, but she'd drunk-answered me.
So now, I've got to go through the whole apology again.
I'll do it during lunch, when I know she's sober.