I was hanging out with friends on a Wednesday night, while employed. I had a lot of alcohol. A LOT of alcohol. I was then reminded that I
had to call my parents that night, there was something I needed to tell them that couldn't wait until the next day.
Fortunately, my dad answered the phone, not my mom. I was calling late and they were already in bed.
I have absolutely no clue what I said, thought I vaguely recall rambling about work. All I know is that the call ended with my dad saying, "Well, you don't sound like you're ready to sleep any time soon. So, um, have a good time."
