I went out on Halloween with a friend of mine from high school (I’m in NYC now).
He skipped dinner and consequently got pretty drunk.
I left the party early so I could work the next day.
When I checked my voicemails the next day, there were nine voicemails from him.
But the story gets worse.
He doesn’t remember calling me.
Or the woman from his acting class who left him a voicemail the next day that said, “So, you left me a message last night when you were drunk and I think we need to talk about it.”
He’s scared to call her and find out what, exactly, he said.