Payback

The boys apparently had quite an evening of drinking at the holiday dinner last night ’cause M. didn’t crawl in until after 10:00 a.m. and A. followed shortly thereafter. “Someone” in the office told me that M. had actually left the dinner or ensuing bar early to “help a friend.” Some girl allegedly sent him a text that she was at a bar and everyone was lame. She needed M. to rescue her as in “Help,” and “SOS!” We’ll just chalk that up to a booty call, shall we?! I don’t know what was up with A. Whenever I’ve been out with him, he can drink for hours and not look or act affected in the slightest (he’s half Irish, after all!). On the contrary, after an evening of drinking, he still has the most impeccable manners, which always impress me about him. So while those 2 were still struggling to make it into the office, I thought I’d mess with their phones! I raised the volume from about 2 to 10, as well as changing the ring tone to that of a drum being banged. When they finally made it in, I hid on the other side of the office and prank called them while trying not to laugh. They weren’t very amused, but it put ME in a good mood!