One of my best friends came over tonight. I haven’t had the privilege of hanging out with him since last year. To celebrate we drove around town, listened to cheesy techno music and stopped at the grocery store for a pint of Ben and Jerry’s.
A bottle of locally made red wine and a pint of Chubby Hubby later we were dancing in my living room. Dancing quickly became jumping and jumping turned into phonebook surfing.
What, you ask, is phonebook surfing? It’s when you put on music really loud and with bellies full of ice cream, you place a phone book in the middle of the room and run and jump on the phone book to slide across the carpet.
It was pure entertainment for 15 minutes until the phone rang.
I recognized my landlords number, turned down the music and acted as cool as possible. “Hellllo?”
“What’s going on down there?” He asked.
“Oh, are we being too loud?” Giggle, giggle…
“Yeah, you are being a bit too loud down there.”
“Okay, sorry about that. I’ll stop. Have a goodnight Bill.”
The Final Dish: Phonebook dancing + Ben and Jerry’s + a bottle of red wine + a great friend = a guaranteed good time. Maybe too good a time.
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