April 5th, 2005
|jimbojones||01:02 am - on the perils of asking someone younger out, pt 2|
I decided kinda at the last minute to attend Spring Trombone Night at the recital hall tonight after I got done with my math exam, and decided to try to call Marie and see if she wanted to go with - late notice, but hey, nothing ventured nothing gained right? I got her voice mail, and OMFG I had to struggle to get it together enough to try to sound halfway normal by the time the beep hit... it started out normal enough, with the little feminine robotic voice "you have reached the voice mail of..." but after the awkwardly spliced long pause, this incredibly gruff OMFG ANGRY DAD voice barks "MARIE... [LAST NAME]!" into the phone...!
I about lost my shit laughing right there. Thankfully the pause in between the name identification and the "start talking" beep is just as awkwardly long as the one between the robotic voice and the name, so I think I managed to sound halfway normal. But maybe not, I was fighting hard not to keep cracking up.
Postscript: Emily says her dad is, in fact, a football coach. Which could maybe account for the practiced ease of the gruff bark. Still, this was a voice that just screamed "YES, THIS YOUNG LADY DOES IN FACT HAVE A FATHER, AND YOU'D BETTER REMEMBER THAT, PUNK!" (So if I ever meet the gentleman, I'm guessing it would probably not be the time to break my fairly long streak of "making good impressions on the parents...")
On a totally unrelated note, I just got back from seeing Sin City with PeeT (good flick, btw - lots of blood n guts n gore n foine boo-tay), and it's 1 AM, and now I have to decide whether to finish studying for tomorrow's Soc exam now, or get up eaaaaarrrrrly tomorrow AM to do it. Hmmm... and it's sounding like tomorrow morning alllllll the way. 'Night!
Current Mood: chuckling
Current Music: MC Chris - Fette's Vette