4/19/04

It’s been a long time since I’ve received a drunk dial.  Last night’s call went something like this:

“Hey, Splat!”

*loud music in background*

“Hey!”

“What’s going on?”

“Oh the usual.  How are you?”

“I’m at this dive karaoke bar in South Bend and I thought of you.”

*scratches head*  I love it when women think of me when they think of karaoke.  Note:  I have never been to a karaoke bar with B.  However, I have been to many a dive bar in South Bend with B and I assume this is how she made the connection.

*really bad rendition of “Don’t Take the Girl” can be heard in the background*

“Isn’t this guy really bad?”

“Uh yeah.”

“Remember The Landing?”

“Uh yeah.”

“This bar is kinda like that.  Really lame.”

“Yeah.  I’m glad I live out here now.”

“Yeah.  I wish I still lived out there.”

*really bad connection ensues and all I hear is “I Love Rock and Roll”*

“So, I’m dating this guy Charlie.”

“Oh really.” 

I roll my eyes, skeptical of the whole thing.  B has had a string of loser relationships since her divorce.  I think I can predict the situation.  Good looking guy.  Independent.  Doesn’t really have the time to fully commit.  After about a year, will still want to “just date.”  B will get hurt and move because of her career, making a clean break of the relationship.  The added bonus is that this one is into karaoke.  Never had a karaoke scene guy.  Perhaps this one is different.

“I’m interviewing for a job in Miami.  Did I mention I hate my new job?”

OK.  So, this one’s on the fast track.  Sorry Charlie.

“So, did I tell you we’re having a boy?”

“Yeah.  So, what is the name.”

“Not tellin'”

“Oh c’mon Splat…you won’t tell the only person who’s been with you since you were 6?”

“No.  We haven’t even told our parents.  I AM saying that his middle name will be Matthew.”

“C’mon…tell me.”

“Nope.”

*more bad karaoke can be heard in the background* 

“So, anyway, I guess I’ll talk to you later, B.”

“Yeah.  Let me know how the new job goes.”

As I hang up the phone, Diana looks at me and asks “B?”  I nod.  Gotta love her.  We’ve been close friends for nearly 30 years.  Good thing we’ve got a lot of water under our bridge.  I love getting a drunk dial from B.  It helps me to realize just how lucky I am to live out here.  When I think back to the 4 years I spent in South Bend, I cringe…and B voluntarily went back…to be closer to friends and family, she claims.  In reality, she wanted to make a clean break from C and moving across country was the perfect excuse to avoid being the hearbreaker.  Poor B lacks a clear focus.  She wants the white picket fence, 2.2 kids and a dog, but is afraid to have it.  The divorce really fucked her up.  She’s not happy doing the free spirt thing. 

Any successful, good looking men between 35 and 40 who want to have a family out there??  B would probably relocate.  She’s like that.