5.04.2006

David Hodson, will you marry me?

“Hello?”
“Hey. It’s me.”
It’s Davey. He’s calling me from Orlando. He draws out the ‘hey’ a bit as if he means ‘hey, it’s been a while’ or ‘hey; bet you didn’t think it would be me calling on a Saturday afternoon over there in California’. I found out shortly it was more like a ‘hey; I’m drunk’.
“Dude. There was La Fin Du Monde. A few of them. You know? It’s like, I only thought I was having a few beers and now it’s only 7:30 and I’m verging on drunk. Damn, it’s hot here.”
“Verging?”
“Okay. I’m pretty wasted. I guess you know that. Guess you know that’s why I’m calling.”
Davey is known for having mastered the art of the drunken dial. Usually this is reserved for when bars are already closed, but sometimes, even a Saturday afternoon will see folks up and down the west coast finding Davey’s number flashing on the LCD screens of their cellphones or misspelled text messages bearing little or no punctuation that reveal him as the sender. Davey once called me drunk from his shower in Manhattan, and professed to also be drinking a beer and smoking a cigarette at the same time. He’s an incredible multi tasker.
“It’s Saturday. You going out tonight?”
“Want to. But I’m stuck all the way up here, and I’m drunk, and I can’t ride my motorcycle and I can’t get downtown. Miranda, whatever you do, don’t let me ride my motorcycle.”
“Okay. Don’t ride your motorcycle.”
“Ha ha, funny. I’m serious, you can’t, can’t, can’t let me ride my motorcycle, okay? Seriously. Seriously.”
Generally when he calls he makes some sort of request like this that I can’t possibly fulfill. Another common one is ‘come here right now’ as if I can somehow instantly transport myself 3000 miles away. Most days, I wish I could. I miss Florida, and it's hard when you're young and distance is measured in dollars instead of hours. Dollars none of us have as often as we'd like.


[Now that the unflattering part is out of the way, it can only get better. This is hard. You better love me for this. --M]

[edit: 5/6--I love this. had to add it. Sam said...
Hey, when you write that story about Davey, you should include that time when I called you (at Hunts/RCU's house [Mark]) to ask if Davey could sleep in your bed because we were both wasted and he needed a place to crash... and Davey was in the shower on the phone while I was in the bathroom on the phone with you. Ahh, multitasking drunken Davey. Not quite as good as sober, not going to get hypothermia in a bathtub full of cold water because he ran through the entire hot water heater tank's hot water, Davey, but quite funny. --May 05, 2006 6:59 AM]

1 comment:

Sam said...

Hey, when you write that story about Davey, you should include that time when I called you (at Hunts/RCU's house) to ask if Davey could sleep in your bed because we were both wasted and he needed a place to crash... and Davey was in the shower on the phone while I was in the bathroom on the phone with you. Ahh, multitasking drunken Davey. Not quite as good as sober, not going to get hypothermia in a bathtub full of cold water because he ran through the entire hot water heater tank's hot water, Davey, but quite funny.