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November 8, 2007
a drunk story
Since I haven't run again after my epic 4km run on Saturday morning, I thought I would humour Amanda and post a story about being drunk.
A few years back when I lived in England, my very best friend got a part in a West End (British equivalent to Broadway) musical. We went out to celebrate and got very very drunk. Word slurring, telling everyone you met you love'm, dancing with your hands in the air drunk. Me and D (D was my husband) got home around 3am in the morning and staggered to bed, where we both passed out.
This would have been just another drank too much, woke up with a hangover, promised to never drink again nights, except for what happened at 4am.
At 4:00 am
A noise woke me up. I wasn't particularly alert. I had only been in my drunken coma less than an hour. I couldn't place the noise. I passed out again.
Sometime later, not long, it woke me again. It was a loud sharp bell sound. What was that? I began to drift off again. There it was again. I was more alert now, I recognized the sound it was the phone.
It was definitely the phone, but it wasn't ringing, it was giving half a ring then stopping. Like someone had changed their minds just as the call connected.
The room was quiet again; I closed my burning eyes and began to drift off, when it happened again.
D: "Is that the f'ing phone?"
Me: "Yes, someone keeps calling and hanging up! Why are they doing that?"
The half ring came again.
Me: "Do something! Make it stop!"
D got out of bed, stumbled down the stairs. There was some banging and swearing then footsteps returning upstairs.
Me: "Did you make it stop?"
D: "I unplugged it!"
He was so smart, that's why I married him.
Then the noise came again.
Me: "It's still doing it!" as I pulled the pillow over my throbbing head I felt him get out of bed. He thumped down the stairs. There was more banging and doors slamming and swearing.
I heard him come back; I peaked out from under the sanctuary of my pillow. He looked happy, proud of himself, like a cat bringing home a mouse.
Me: "What did you do?"
D: "I've wrapped the phone in a blanket and hid it in a cupboard in the kitchen"
My hero!
Me: "I love you! My head hurts so much, I hate that phone."
He crawled into bed, and just as we positioned ourselves in the perfect spoon ... the noise came again.
Me: "It's back! You didn't fix it" I turned and screamed at him. "Make it stop!" I demanded. He rolled over, grabbed my pillow and buried himself from me and the world's most annoying noise.
Asshole! Seriously-useless-piece-of-shit! I would have to fix this.
So I stormed down stairs, I put my ear next to the phone outlet. Sure enough the noise came again. It was coming from the outlet, where the phone line connects into the wall.
Me: "IT"S COMING FROM THE F'ING OUTLET!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "YOU NEED TO TAKE THIS OFF THE WALL" but there was no answer, no sound from upstairs.
The sound came again, I fell to the ground on the verge of tears in complete and utter despair.
Then, the light in my head went on. I'll call British Telecom, they can fix this. I found the phone in the cupboard in the kitchen. I unwrapped it carefully. It could still possess unexplained magical powers. Tentatively, I plugged it back into the outlet. I picked up the receiver, a dial tone, good.
I called British Telecom.
A lovely young man answered. I could barely speak. I was so happy to hear another human's voice, the voice that would make this madness stop, save me so I could sleep.
He asked me lots of questions, name, address, phone number, etc
Then I explained my predicament in great detail, with dramatic tone changes and sound effects. He listened patiently, till I was done.
BT guy: "The phone rang even when you disconnected it?"
Me: "Yes, but, I've figured out, it's not the phone .. it's the outlet. My outlet is ringing. Please please send someone, fast to make it stop. I may kill my husband. He is sleeping. He doesn't care" I start to cry.
BT guy: "Okay, just hang on a second."
I relax. My savior, the BT helpline guy is performing some technical test to stop this evil ringing. I slide down the wall and sighed with both relief and exhaustion.
He was back
BT guy: "Miss ... we can have someone out there between 12 - 6pm"
Me: "WHAT?" that's more than six more hours of this torture. Just as I am about to lose my freaking Irish mind. The phone gives half a ring.
BT guy: "Was that the noise?"
Me: "YES, YES! That's it! Isn't it unbearable?"
BT guy: "But you are on the phone"
Me: "Duh, obviously! Look my phone is obviously possessed, send someone now, I am begging you!"
Then there is silence.
Finally the BT guy speaks, and I will never forget this moment.
BT guy: "Is there a smoke detector on the ceiling above you?"
Me: "A what?" as my eyes look directly above me, and land on the flashing smoke detector.
That's when I sobered up
Me: “Yes” I said very quietly and sheepishly
BT guy: “I think it needs new batteries.”
Posted by Ali at November 8, 2007 11:18 AM
Comments
That was a fabulous and hilarious drunk story. I loved it!!
Posted by: Leana at November 8, 2007 1:42 PM
That is absolutely priceless. I love it.
Posted by: Dawn at November 8, 2007 2:31 PM
That was an awesome story! I love it.
You are one smart cookie Ali.
Posted by: Vanilla at November 8, 2007 2:48 PM
Hilarious. I hate those alarms. Mine was going off for a couple days. I thought it was a watch that someone game me. I got rid of the watch and it kept happening. I finally figured out what it was - DORK!
Posted by: P.O.M. at November 8, 2007 4:16 PM
Hilarious. I hate those alarms. Mine was going off for a couple days. I thought it was a watch that someone game me. I got rid of the watch and it kept happening. I finally figured out what it was - DORK!
Posted by: P.O.M. at November 8, 2007 4:16 PM
HA! i couldn't LOL in my cube so it had to be internal.
my cat does one of those half-rings every morning if i don't wake up at 4:48 am, now it's at 3:48 because she hasn't figured out the time change yet - i should have a drink and wrap her up in a blanket.
Posted by: Deene at November 8, 2007 5:15 PM
oh.
my.
God.
you are fucking hilarious!!!!!!!
Posted by: JustJunebug at November 8, 2007 5:41 PM
You're the best story writer on the whole internet. I love your stories!
Posted by: Amy at November 8, 2007 7:32 PM
Oh my goodness that is hilarious!!! Thank you for the good laugh, I needed it!
Posted by: Jes at November 8, 2007 7:52 PM
Hilarious!!!
I love it that you AND your husband both thought it was the phone.
Posted by: Monica C. at November 8, 2007 10:03 PM
hee hee, love that you tell that on yourself. I was pretty young when I first heard "that noise". I also happened to be alone and it scared the crap out of me. It was coming from the garage, I was all of 15, I was sure someone was trying to lure me to the garage so they could attack me!!
Posted by: Nancy at November 8, 2007 11:56 PM
that's what I was looking for!!! OHH I'm dying here!
Posted by: Amanda at November 9, 2007 10:12 AM
ok. wipe tears from eyes. that was too funny. I've had a similar experience. I had to sit in the hallway to wait for the sound so I could move closer and closer. Like stalking my pray. today theirs so many things that make sounds in the middle of the night. smoke detector, pagers, computers, kids games. I event thought it was coming out of the drain in the shower, maybe a cricket. turns out it was my wife's pager in her purse.
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