She Said: Drunk Dialing

I don’t know what it is about the combination of the brightness of the lights as you stumble out of the Grape, the seven vodka 180s you drank, and the walk that can feel like miles back to your beach house in jeans and a tank top in the 30 degree weather that gives some among us the uncontrollable urge to call our ex-ex-ex boyfriends and confess “it wasn’t over for me!”

Ninety-eight percent of college students are guilty of drunk dialing, texting, or messaging at some point during their weekend. Fact…well it feels like a fact.

There is nothing quite as lovely as checking your outbox on a Saturday or Sunday morning only to discover that you decided that your blackout was probably the best time to catch up with your old high school classmates, your ex’s mom, and your 8th grade science teacher (what, you don’t have your 8th grade science teacher’s phone number?).

Fortunately for myself, my ghetto phone hardly ever rings when it’s supposed to, never mind texting or any kind of Internet access, so I’ve become more of an admirer and occasional recipient to the sport of drunk dialing, rather than a participant. However, I do feel receiving a drunk dial is a sincere form of flattery…in all of your blackout mess of a state, you thought to call me- thanks.

Also, even though my phone is hanging on by a thread, I am not totally innocent. I too am guilty of waiting until I’m six beers deep to see why me and so-and-so haven’t hung out in forever or why did my 7th grade boyfriend and I really break up. I’m not proud.

We’re in the 21st century and drunk dialing in all its glorious forms is becoming part of our culture. If you find you’re constantly falling into the trap of drunk dialing, there are a few things you can do to avoid it.

For example, you could launch your phone like a grenade as you walk out of the Grape at the end of the night to avoid those late night drunken calls when all your roommates are passed out and you’re lingering drunkenly about your house looking for someone to talk to.

We’ll find it tomorrow, just throw it.

You could (gasp) leave your phone at home, you’re with all your friends anyways.

Or, if you really know you’re the type that loves to talk to someone belligerently at the end of the evening before you lay your little drunken head down to bed, I know He Said is a great listener…