I got a late night booty call from my son's roommate last night. There are two things wrong with this.

1. This call was at 1:59 a.m. Anything after 10pm is late night for me. I'm generally long gone into Slumberville by then.

2. Ummmm, here's the obvious what's wrong with this scenario statement. It was a booty call from my son's roommate.


Ok, really, this isn't as bad as it sounds. I've called my son a few times at his house, they have caller ID and my last name is different than my son. Of course my first name is a girl's name. Add all that up in a drunk young man's head and apparently you get "ohhhhh, a chick keeps calling, she must want me".

My son's roommate was very drunk. Incoherently so. I only understood bits and pieces of the phone message, but the point was that he wanted to know who the "chick" was that kept calling and who it was she wanted to talk to. Because if it was him then I should call him back right away so he could help me take care of business.

Ohh.... I can't wait to tell my son about this. He's gonna just die.