Remembering the Drunk Dial


I tried really hard to stop drunk dialing. (And drunk emailing, which I include under the same banner of shame.) I deleted numbers from my phone. I downloaded Gmail Goggles and diligently completed math problems before sending late-night emails. I paid $.99 for Don’t Dial, an app that scrambles the numbers of certain contacts after a certain hour. I was sure that technology would eventually save me from myself, although it didn’t work that way. I could do basic math problems drunk, just as I could write coherent but damaging emails. And I had to decide when to activate Don’t Dial, which basically meant deciding when to get dunk. I rarely decided when to get drunk. I’d decide to have a couple drinks, and next thing I know, I’d be calling my professor’s home number at midnight on a random Tuesday. Continue reading