Ah, Drunk Dialing!

I was beginning to think that my life had passed the stage of middle-of-Saturday-night phone calls. Apparently not. My friends are full of surprises.

Consider this excerpt from a phone call I received half an hour ago. The caller shall remain nameless.

Nameless: I'm on 11th Street, near the West Side Highway. Where are you?
Me: Just got out of the movies.
Nameless: What did you see?
Me: Batman Begins.
Nameless: How was it?
Me: Unbelievable.
Nameless: Even with Katie Holmes?
Me: Yes, even with Katie Holmes.
Nameless: Do you hate me?
Me: No, of course not.
Nameless: Do you love me?
Me: Yes, I love you.
Nameless: Good, because I love you. Drunk or sober. I love you.
Me: So how much did you drink exactly?
Nameless: I'm on the West Side Highway. It was someone's happieth birthday.

(No, that's not a typo. That's what the person said. "Happieth.")

Me: Who?
Nameless: Someone from work. But you can't even call them co-workers. Co-workers don't desert you. They deserted me. I'm on the West Side Highway.
Me: Do you need me to pick you up?
Nameless: No. They're on their way.
Me: Ok. Do you need to talk about something?
Nameless: Uh...happiness? But not now.
Me: Ok, so what now?
Nameless: Nothing. I'm just returning your phone call. I just got your the message.

Conclusion: We may be getting older, but the "wiser" part is up for debate. Perhaps getting wiser really means "having experiences that make us realize 'wiser' doesn't mean 'having all the answers'". (Or on some days, having any answers at all.) We still have occasional conversations that make no sense. Happiness is still a question. Love is still a mystery. Only now, we also deal with retirement accounts and real estate. Thank God we've still got friends to call in the middle of the night.