The phone rings. The conversation
The phone rings. The conversation goes something like:
Me: "Hello?"
Caller: "Clayton... we're at (insert name of bar here). You wanna drink?"
Me: "Yeah"
Caller: "Ok"
(click)
(click)
It happens just that way. A quiet night at home turns into a night of yet to be had adventure. It's just that easy.
Me: "Hello?"
Caller: "Clayton... we're at (insert name of bar here). You wanna drink?"
Me: "Yeah"
Caller: "Ok"
(click)
(click)
It happens just that way. A quiet night at home turns into a night of yet to be had adventure. It's just that easy.
The question is, do you know who the caller was?
Yes, and then Audra gets home at 2 AM, leaving her credit card at the bar, passes out (missing her 5 AM flight to Niagra falls), calls me on the way to the airport around 2 PM saying “I went drinking with Clayton last night. Can you go to [insert name of bar here] and close our tab?” So, basically ya’ll go in and commit mass destruction, and I go in for clean-up. Do you people ever sleep? Anyway, she ended up going to the bar herself, so I shouldn’t complain. Boy, ya’ll are trouble.
Now I’m flippin’ stuck in Atlanta waiting to go to Cincinnati (originally not on my agenda). I hate Delta, we were here in plenty of time to catch my flight but we sat, waiting to pull into our gate, which was empty by the way. So after forty minutes of sitting on the plane, I miss my flight. Audra’s not a happy camper at the moment. But the drinking was a blast!
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