This is a profuse, profound, utterly sincere apology to everyone that I drunk-dialed (or texted) last night. While reciting the "beer before liquor" epithet usually ensures that I will not mix vodka, tequila, beer and white wine, it didn't work yesterday and, since Rachel's little shindig started in the afternoon I was RIPPED by about 10:30 and had to be forced into a cab. A few minutes prior to this is when the texting and ill-advised dialing began.
If I drunk-dial you it is intended to show you that I really like you. And since most of the people harassed were in Vegas, their nights were just getting started so maybe it wasn't such a big deal. But I'm sorry anyway. Sorry and embarassed.
Thank you for not hanging up on me. And I promise to not do any of the following any more:
a) drink so much I can't walk down the street without veering into oncoming traffic
b) call you to remind you of our friendship and my profound feelings for you after imbibing the contents of my friend's liquor cabinet
and c) send you text messages when I am no longer in control of my basic motor functions, thereby ensuring that no one in the future receives a text similar to the last one I sent last night, which read "m& sta sorry". What the fuck that means, I have no idea.
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