The Anatomy of a Drunken Phone Call

I'm a geography nerd. Once I've been somewhere once, I remember how to get there. I have a photographic memory in that respect.

But it's a blessing and a curse.

I never get lost, but all of my friends who do get lost call me for directions. No matter where they are. A good friend (we'll call her "Karen" - names have been changed to protect the inebriated) called me around 12:30 last night, belligerently drunk and lost in SE DC. Having lived in DC for a whopping five months, I can get around down there pretty well. The following is a rough account of what transpired.

(Click on the map to open in a larger window. The map is relevant to the account below.)

1. Me: Hello?
Karen: Chris, help me. We're lost in southeast DC and I need to get home.
Me: Where are you?
Karen: Uhh... East Capitol. We just passed 43rd Street SE. There are projects everywhere.
Me: So you're going east on East Capitol?
Karen: Yes, we're going east. Towards Maryland.
Me: Then turn around.
Karen: Hang on, we can't turn around.

2. Karen says they're going over a bridge. I know there are no bridges in that part of Southeast DC. Then she says she sees RFK Stadium. I quickly realize she is not going east, she's going west.
Me: Don't turn around!
Karen: NO, we are going east. We are not going towards my house.
Me: No, I'm the geography nerd. You're going the right way. Do not turn around.

3. I ask Karen if she sees the Armory on her left. She says yes, but it was clearly on her right, because...

4. Karen: We're heading back over the bridge now.
Karen: We were going to wrong way, asshole.

5. Me: You're heading towards Maryland now.
Karen: We are? How do I get home?
Me: I told you not to turn around. That was the way home.
Karen: I see Benning Road up ahead.
Karen: Jager and I are best friends.

6. Passes Minnesota Avenue, makes veiled reference to missing Paul Wellstone. She then screams to her friends that I am the man she's going to marry at 35 and we're going to have lots of Jewish babies.

7. Passes Oklahoma Avenue, sings the song from the Broadway musical of the same name. I am sure her friends in the car with her are thoroughly amused.

8. Me: Okay, you're going to go right right after Maryland onto Florida.
Karen: Onto Maryland?
Me: NO. Florida.
Karen: Ahh, Flahrider (in Rhode Island accent).
Me: Yes, then take a left on R Street.
Karen: ARRRRR Street?
Me: Yes, a pirate's favorite street. Remember that.

9. Passes Galludet, makes comment to her friend, the driver, about avoiding the deaf people crossing the street.

10. Karen: Wait, so what street are we turning left onto?
Me: A pirate's favorite street. Remember? This should be easy.
Karen: Q!
Me: No, Q is not a pirate's favorite letter.
Karen: Oh, R. Here we are.

11. Me: Okay, go straight down R all the way to Sheridan Circle... past Rhode Island, past Vermont, past Connecticut...
Karen: Okay, we're turning left onto Rhode Island.
Karen: You said Rhode Island.
Me: I said go PAST Rhode Island.

12. Me: I'm about to give up on you. Go around Logan Circle and turn right onto P Street.
Karen: P Street?
Me: Yes, P. As in penis.
Karen (finding this far more amusing than it should be): Yessir!

13. Karen recognizes a Whole Foods and Halo, a gay nightclub. She claims to know where she is and can get home from here. I hang up, swearing to never take another call from her at 12:30 at night again.

My drunk friend, I hope you got home all right. Now please, don't ever doubt my directions again.

8 Moments of Idiocy:

Blogger The War Ministry said...

I'm so proud to know both of you. The thought of the two of you procreating is beyond vile. Sorry. I love you both. But please. For the sake of mankind--no touchee!

4:10 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

How about telling her to get her drunk ass off the road, instead of directing her on a far-ranging adventure in driving under the influence? Sheesh. Not very entertaining at all.

6:48 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yeah, "I'm late for a vote" probably won't work for some dumb drunk from Rhode Island.

6:52 PM  
Anonymous rebecca said...

that was pretty hilarious. but! i must politely remind you that i distinctly remember you, a few years back, making this joke:

Q) What's a pirate's favorite letter?
A) Q!!!!

HIGHLY contradictory.

6:54 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I "stumbled" across this, and I know how you feel! Those calls are annoying at the time, but always makes a great story the next day!

1:20 AM  
Anonymous wildbill the pirate said...

I found our tale highly amusing but I'd have to agree with annon. that you shouldn't enable drunks behind the wheel, even those you plan on procreating with (maybe especially) That's what cabs are for!

8:20 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

she wasn't driving, look at #9

10:42 PM  
Anonymous "Karen" the inebriated said...

To address the concerned masses:
1: the war ministry - too late, decisions have been made, the gauntlet thrown, and the bet placed that indeed, the unfortunate evidiot may be forced to raise little drunken hooligans if not married off my 35. Tick tock, better get him someone to marry quick! Until touchee...
2: anonymous 1 - not driving. Read carefully next time.
3: anonymous 2 - Neither dumb, driving, nor a Rhode Islander although I hear that evidiot puts the "slander" in "Rhode Islander." Thanks for your concern, I'll kick your ass at quiz night at any location you favor and at any time.
4: rebecca - TOO TRUE! evidiot DID INDEED make the aforementioned joke years ago. Thanks for calling him on his crap! CHIN CHIN!
5: anonymous 3 - a thousand apologies on behalf of NON-driving drunks everywhere. A reformed "Karen" am I, lesson learned. Do NOT call evidiot for onstar services as said evidiot shall, indeed, blog said phone call. Let it be written, let it be done.
6: willbill the pirate - nay, not driving. Procreating seems a bad idea whist inebriated as well. Duly noted, evidiot spared.

That is all. Adieu, adieu, glad you enjoyed my stupor. I'll be in DC for at least another year and perhaps you TOO shall learn of how truly awesome (sober...c'mon, there's a reason evidiot keeps me around) I am. Until then, keep reading this kids blog. He's got a good head on his shoulders!

11:57 PM  

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