on outsourcing

so, i'm not even doing my own drunk-dialing these days. last night at a dinner party with my friends david, liza, and hana, and liza grabbed my phone and drunk-dialed drew. she left a long, rambling message about how hot she thinks he is, or how hot i think he is, or something. it's a little unclear. either way, it was more than a little embarrassing, especially when i consider that, according to my sent folder, he was also the recipient of one of the handful of drunken emails i sent out. oops. but he did send me a reassuring text message later. what a good sport, that drew!

alcohol + technology = no good.