I went to bed around 2am last night. I was totally exhausted, and after listening to "Message in a Bottle" 5 times to unwind into a sleepy state, I died. One and one-half hours later...3:30 for those of you who don't have a calculator handy...my phone rang. Phones ringing in the night scares the shit out of me in general. I get massive heart palpitations and loss of breath, and usually knock everything off of my nightstand diving for the lamp. Of course, my first thought is always, "Who died!?!" It's even weirder when my phone rings in the night because it's not the main line to our house. Most official business comes through the other number. The one in my room is our previous number from another home that I kept for my massive computer usage.
So anyway, it rings, my heart explodes, I dive, and I don't recognize the number on the caller ID, but it comes up as "Unknown" so I answer it for the hell of it...and I was too sleepy to know any better.
It's a man that I don't recognize, and he asks for my mother. I asked who was calling, and the reply went something like, "Bslhjgkhaelkoirfep...Keith."
My first thought was, "Why is Keith [one of the town cops] calling the wrong number, drunk, at 3:30?"
I stood up, still sleep-stupored, as if I was going to take the phone to my sleeping mother and walked around in a circle before I asked, "What is this in regards to?" I said regards at 3:30 am in the midst of a fog. ENGLISH NERD! But whatever. The answer was, "Blalkerfohgioaefewro'p talked to her and she told me to call."
By this point I was thoroughly convinced that this fucker was shit-faced and worthless and he'd INTERRUPTED MY SLEEP, so I hung up on his ass and fell back into bed without a second thought.
I told Mom about it this morning, and we came to the conclusion that it was L____ Keith, a guy who wanted to marry her when she was about my age. They've kept in touch (a little) throughout the last 30 years or so, and I have to say, it's the first time he's called drunk. Pretty good record, one drunk-dial in 30 years.
But he still interrupted my sleep. Fucker.