Riddle me this: why do ex's always call at the worst times? Get this, it's B's fabulous birthday and we all head out to that Mexican restaurant off of thirteen. We order a couple pitchers of margaritas and settle on some pretty amazing edibles...and are basically having some grade A fun.
And then he calls.
Hangs up twice. Then calls again. I do admit that I may have caused this contact, due to:
A) the drunk dial on Saturday that basically consisted of a string of curses, all left on his voicemail
B) the apology that I left for him the next morning, on his voicemail