Remember that whole got-so-shitfaced-Saturday-my-parents-had-to-pick-me-up thing?

[apocalypsos]

Earlier tonight, when I call their house ...

Dad: Hello?
Me: Hi, Dad.
Dad: Who is this?
Me: Uh, Jennifer?
Dad: Jennifer who? *muffled laughter*
Me: ... your daughter?
Dad: That can't be it. Because the only Jennifer I know has her hair sticking straight up --
Me: ... oh, right. That happened sometime when I was writhing on Jess's couch and puking.
Dad: *trying not to giggle ... yeah, giggle* I think my favorite part was when I opened the door to your apartment and you shoved past and slammed the door in my face.
Me: Hey, I remember that part!
Dad: *finally cracks and dies laughing*

Heh. I amused my dad, at least. *snickers*

Comments

[random-zombie.livejournal.com]

Hope this isn't creepy, but I had to de-lurk and comment on this cause......LMAO. At least your dad had a sense of humor about it. I had a similar experience where I had to call my brother to come pick me up once. Problem was....I wasn't quite sure where the hell I was at the time. I asked people (a lot of people) at the party for the address of the house we were in. Then my brother Google-mapped me. Lmao. Months later, he still gives me hell about it.