My adventures at 3:00 in the morning: add your own story

[scottcsmith]

I had a bad case of insomnia last night, and when I finally turned off the bedroom light it was 2:00, maybe 2:15. And I'm lying there trying to fall asleep, and it's not working. Around 2:30 our phone rings. My wife beat me to the phone. It was one of our friends, and she was coming over because she wanted me to marry her and her boyfriend! Because I'm one of those Universal Life Church ministers. Oy.

My wife and I were talking about the call, and wondering if these friends were going to actually show up. They did. At 3:00 a.m.

I go to the door and there's my friend, her boyfriend, some guy, and my friend's DOG. And everyone was all dressed up, including the dog. Okay, maybe the dog was not dressed up.

Needless to say, I was pretty pissed off, and told everyone to leave. I think my friend was mad at me, but hell, who calls up a friend at 2:30 in the morning and says they're coming over and wanting a marriage ceremony?

I asked my friend, her boyfriend, the guy with them (a witness, I presume) and the dog, "Are you guys DRUNK?" And they said no, which I didn't believe, because sober people usually do not pick up the phone at 2:30 a.m. to call a friend and ask for a quickie marriage.

So...share your stories about the weird things your friends have done where they wanted to involve you in their crazy plans.

[ewagner]

1. My favorite

Years ago, I decided not to drive back to my apartment after a night of drinking and carousing so I went over to my parents house to crash on the couch. My Dad managed a bar and at 3:AM he wasn't home yet (went out for breakfast with friends), so when the phone rang, I answered it.

To my surprise it was the Georgia Bureau of Investigation. It seems that my sister who was going to college in Georgia had been picked up with a bunch of other students at an underage drinking party and the GBI was notifying the parents. The GBI officer on the other end of the phone asked, "Is this Mr. _________??" Having the same last name as my dad, of course, I said yes. He then told me the whole story assuming he was talking to my Dad. I listened politely and then told him that when my Sister (Daughter) returned home she would be punished severely. I thanked him for "doing a wonderful job" and he hung up.

I never told my Dad, but I did tell my sister.....and held it over her head for years!!!!!!

[fudge stripe cookays]

2. When I moved home from Denton to Austin in 1987...

I somehow ended up getting back in touch with an old high school friend, and we started hanging out.

She had always been a little wild; was into the punk rock thing when it was just getting big for high schoolers (who didn't live in NY and go to CBGB's with the original crowd)

We went down to 6th Street one night clubbing, and her boyfriend at the time didn't feel like hanging out anymore. We decided to head back to my mom's house, watch some viddies, and snack. We picked up snacking supplies at the grocery store, and were about 2 blocks from my house when I saw cop lights in the rearview mirror. (I'd only been going 5 miles above the speed limit)

It took the cop a LONG time to run our licenses (I wasn't sure why he needed to run hers..we were both over 21, and we weren't intoxicated-- it had been several hours since our last drinks...)

While we were sitting there, she suddenly says, "I wonder if I ever got that thing taken care of."

"What? What THING?"

"Oh, I got picked up a couple years ago for shoplifting a bathing suit."

F-U-C-K.

And here comes the cop..."Ma'am, would you please step out of the car.."

So I had to drive home, ask my mom to please let me use her check card to bail my friend out of jail, and ended up at the jail around 3 AM, pissed at Tanya, and REALLY ready for bed at that point.

She paid us back, but we didn't really hang around much after that.