Happy Friday, Undead FRiends.
DP and I went to a church event last night and turned our phones off. When we got home about 8:30, Vlad was on the landline phone with someone, saying, “What, who is this? Tom? What? This ... is ... Vlad ... speaking ... Vlad! Tom’s brother!, Oh! you should talk to Mama!”
Several iterations of “Who?” and “What?” later, it became clear that I was talking to Malcolm, an old friend of Bill and Tom from Boy Scouts, and that he and Tom were at a bar and they were both drunk, but Malcolm was sober enough to call for a ride for Tom. (In his state, he had trouble registering that he was talking to adult-sized Vlad: he remembered Vlad being six years old.)
DP went to get Tom - fortunately not a great distance - and I left a message with Tom to call me if he needs a ride back to his car this morning. Malcolm was able to walk to his own apartment and then back to his car in daylight.
Good Morning, not sure that I was able to follow along with all of the players, but it sounded like it ended up well!!
I’m glad that one of the guys had sense enough to call for a ride for Tom! Excellent!
Good for Malcom.
I remember my Dad telling me, “If you get drunk, and you call me to come pick you up, I’ll be unhappy. But if you drive home that way I’ll wear you out. So you’d better call.”