My dear friend, the Only Slight Sleazy Lobbyist, and I were at the tail end of the best kind of late and lazy summer Sunday. Our unplanned day included top down driving around the city, a farmers market, a spin through Haines Point, a trip to the batting cage, and a couple of beers on a patio. We went back to his place to watch the end of the Giants game on the massive porn machine that adorns his wall. It didn’t take too long for us to realize that game was a replay from the previous night so we switched to the latest episode of Entourage.
E, my favorite character on the show, was having a conversation with his sort of girlfriend when he accidentally called her by his ex-girlfriend’s name.
OSSL: That ever happen to you?
Refugee: Once. In bed with a woman too.
OSSL: Are you serious, what did you say?
Refugee: I didn’t know it happened… in my defense, we both had been boozing for a while. I woke up the next morning and she was on the couch and really frosty toward me. She and I were in a generally weird place, so I just thought she was in one of her moods. I left. It wasn’t until much later in the day that I got a text from her that asked “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
OSSL: How did you respond?
Refugee: I still had no idea what happened so I replied “Inasmuch as I haven’t a clue, what are you talking about?” Then she told me that I said another woman’s name while we were in bed. There really was no recovery from that, but that’s not the worst part for me.
OSSL: Oh god, what’s worse?
Refugee: I really just wanted to ask her what name I said.