Tuesday night was the Yuri's Night party in Houston. Specifically, it at the Outpost, which is this totally sketchy-looking bar right down the street from work - one of those places that has regulars who have stop in every day after work for 20 years. Like many sketchy bars though, it wasn't really as sketchy as it seemed from outside. Anyway, I went to the party because several of my friends organized the whole thing, and I walked over from my apartment because I knew I didn't want to have to worry about driving home afterward. It turned out to be a lot of fun, and I had a few drinks throughout the night, but I was feeling fine by the time I got home later, just a little tired. Carlos and I usually talk before I go to sleep at night, so I gave him a call after I finished getting ready for bed. I woke up later that night and rolled over my phone and earpiece in bed, wondering why I didn't put them away before going to sleep, but not really thinking any more about it. Anyway, the next morning I got an email from Carlos asking if I was okay... was I mad at him? It took me a few seconds to put everything together, but apparently I fell asleep while talking to my boyfriend on the phone. Aaagh! I am officially the worst girlfriend ever.
"... so that was my day. How was yours?"
"Zzzzzz....."
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Eh, don't feel so bad. I once fell asleep on the phone with Jen. And she still married me. :)
i've done that too. i just got called a fucker. s'cool.
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