I have gleaned permission from Dane to share with you a text conversation we had around midnight last night. I thought perhaps you guys would find it as amusing as I did. I’m tempted to just post screenshots with his real name blotted out… but that smacks of cheating on a writing blog… LOL Though that didn’t stop me putting a small part as the featured image… as if to prove to you my stories aren’t made up…? or something…? Haha
Anyway, the conversation officially started much earlier in the evening when I sent these pictures:
With the note “Felt odd finally going back to an Old Chicago without you! Miss you bunches! :* ”
As a side note to give you some background – Old Chicago, as you can see, is a restaurant that specializes in Pizza and Beer (though they have various other pub foods as well.) They also run a “World Beer Tour” in which one drinks “110 unique beers from our stellar selection (duplicate beers do no apply)” in no particular time frame. Once you’ve done that, you get your name engraved onto their Wall of Foam (at whichever location you finished your tour at.) They also have various other “mini tours” during various parts of the year that you can earn swag by drinking those particular beers included in the mini tour.
All that being said: When Dane left Tennessee he had earned his name on the Wall of Foam no less than FIVE times. When you reach five at any particular location, the color of the metal tag that your name is engraved on that time changes. I believe; however, that his 5th was at a different location than our usual haunt in Clarksville. We went every Wednesday (well, he did – I just went often) with various friends and he usually strong armed me into going for lunch with him on Sundays… Ok, ok not really strong armed me per se… but… well… we’ll just say I didn’t argue when he declared we were going there after church lol. Most often we went on Sundays because he had something on his mind and wanted to talk to me over a beer.
After that 5th time, I lost track and honestly have no idea if he kept up the motivation to continue refinishing world tours over and over.
So to bring it back around… I sent him a text that dripped with nostalgia. A few hours later he responded like this:
Yay Old Chicago!
I’m super drunk with kin right now
This woke me up – usually I don’t go to bed till midnight or later, but I happened to fall asleep pretty early last night.
This started a bit of a back and forth as he explained what he was doing and who he was with – essentially he had been at a bar his cousin owns.
He explained the relation of said cousin:
dad’s oldest sisters son
Then he stated seemingly out of the blue:
Daughter lost first tooth.
Tacked on as if that explained further who said cousin was.
Yup, ok on the same page now 🙂
Are you tasked to be the tooth fairy? I responded.
With a hint of sulkiness coming through my screen, he wrote:
They won’t let me dump the pennies from my car under her pillow
The bed shook as I gulped back laughter that threatened to burst out loud. I didn’t want to wake my husband. I expressed this amusement as best I could through text:
Haha Haha! What a good use for them though!
Fuck I am drunk, was his natural reply.
Lol, not such a terrible thing.
At least you are texting me and not leaving drunk voicemails to people… maybe.
I said this thinking back to voicemails he has left to me in the past. One of which was an amazing opportunity to take the mickey out of him the next day… I’ll have to look and see if I’ve told you all about that before… Hmmm….
The conversation continued on for a bit in that drunk person can only focus on one thing at a time kind of jump-from-topic-to-topic fashion (well the conversation as a whole had that feeling.)
My job now is to wake up in time to shower for church, he said.
You can do it, I believe in you, I replied.
Their brita is so empty
Brita? I queried
… I was legitimately confused but he quickly changed subject (reading back now I realise he meant their water pitcher – he tends to drink masses amounts of water right before bed after a night of drinking.)
And this is where the featured image comes in – he jumped back to the tooth fairy topic.
We are the loudest tooth fairy
I can’t deny that made me smile…
We? Am I being a tooth fairy with you?
(I knew he probably meant he and his cousin… but it’s fun playing with drunk Dane… and did think maybe part of his loudness was his phone going off lol)
Thank goodness, kin made up a bed for me, he jumped topic again.
PS How cute is it that he uses the word “kin” as a pronoun? haha
They love you, of course they did.
Going to sleep now?
Holy shit, Raiders of the Lost Ark is on Amazon
Well obviously you got to stay up and watch it…
Unless you need to get up for church… then…
They are not amused, he informed me.
Psssh you’re hilarious when you’re drunk.
Tell them that.
Because I’m an instigator – that’s why… and I could just imagine him insisting he’s hilarious Hahaha
aaaaand End Scene.
That’s enough of that, you don’t need our “good nights” etc. I must say though that I love having Dane back in my life… Not that he was gone before, well not except for that 2 year period after “the fight,” but I mean having him in real time again. Having the ability to text since he very very rarely uses messanger or other similar apps… Just having him the next state over is awesome… Hopefully that means we can see each other face to face sometime in the near future.
That text stream last night reminded me of old times… It’s been too long since I’ve been even remotely included in Dane-shenanigans, haha. I’d give almost anything to get another weekend, happily inebriated and in the company of Best Friend Boy 🙂