My bro
Early this week my brother emailed me directions to his new apartment in Prescott. I thought it was strange, but I thought it was just a hint to come visit. So I emailed him back saying that I had planned to go camping this week, but we hadn't decided where to go yet. I told him we could find a place near Prescott, and come hang out with him on Sunday afternoon on the way back home if that worked for him. I got no reply.
Fast forward to yesterday when I found out my aunt is in town and I had apparently agreed like a month ago to spend this Saturday afternoon with her and my mom visiting my brother. Sh*t! There goes camping. Wait a minute... Jon knew that, then why didn't he... Hmm.
Last night we had a text message conversation on our cell phones that went like this:
Me: I'm an idiot. I'll see you Saturday.
Jon: ITS OK I LOVE YOU ANYWAY
Me: Were u gonna call 2 correct me, ass?
Jon: CORRECT WHAT I AM DRUNK
Virginia comandeers my phone: Hi, this is Virginia... I'm really stoked your drunk. Have fun!
Jon: Thnx
Jon again: OH YEAH I REMEMBER U. U R BEAUTIFUL
Vir: Is that just the drunk talking?
Jon: no i sober when i met u
Vir: U not sober now...
Jon: No
Sigh. Alchohal does amazing things. Virginia is most definitely beautiful, but my brother would never have the balls to say that to some girl he barely knows, even in a text message.
Ah, sweet Mother Booze, let me once again suckle at your intoxicating teet.
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