SIKE! (sic)

9.1.2013

Summer summer summer party at the AD VER TIZIN' Agency!  You know what that means:  Booze, blues and tattoos (replace the last two with the first one and you get the gist).

My little wife's agency had their party yesterday (on a Wednesday, since today is "booked" by a Holiday).  I don't go to these things, the last among the reasons why not is that I'm not invited.  I do know the drill, though:  They go to work where busses and shuttles take them to the venue.  There, they drink, eat, drink, watch indie bands, drink, drink and drink.  Somewhere in there all their cellphones' batteries die.

Knowing this, we fit a "No Drunk Driving Home From The Day Drinking Booze Fest" into her commute.  I offered to drive her to work and either come get her when the busses took her back to the office or she could cab.  She drove herself to work and Ez and I would go get her if she was impaired.

Around mid-afternoon, we agreed that I'd go get her at the office after I collected Ez from school at 6p.  She'd take the bus back and be there around the same time.  While I was picking him up, my phone rang but I couldn't pick it up.  I checked the vmail almost immediately and she said on it, "My phone is dead, call my office phone, please."  I called it and got vmail.  "She must be in the potty," I said.  I talk like that now.  "Potty."  Jesus.

Ez and I drove over to her office.  She didn't ring back while we were en route.  She didn't answer when we got there.  The place was buttoned-up tight, so we couldn't go in to look for her, even if we knew where to look.  We waited.

We waited.  We called.  Got voice mail.  We waited.  For an hour, we waited.

"Fuck this shit, Ez, we're outta here," I said to Ez, not quite in that way.

At home, later, I was making Ez dinner and the phone rang.  A 773 area code, so it was coming from Chicago.  Nope, it was my little wife on a pal's phone.  "Can you come get me now," she asked.  I told her we already did and she wasn't there so we went home and we're busy now so she was on her own.

She came home and apologized.  She said she was at her office when she called, but she left to get more drinks and tacos with her pals.

I think the old, "Come get me but I ain't gonna be here" is so goddamn weird that it's useless getting bent outta shape.  It's annoying, but, Hell, it's a good trick.

Not that I'm gonna try it on her.


Tonight -  Latin American Club.    Yay!!


bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!