Drunk Dialing Gets Sophisticated

I thought my days of drunk dialing were over. That's what I did in college, after hitting the fourth bar. That's also what I did after college, when I worked in NYC, after hitting the fourth bar. You'd think it would have grown old.

Then, along came Skype. Cute, fun, effortless Skype. Actually, Skype came along six years ago. I'm a little late to the party. Mike had just bought a new laptop with a webcam built in. (The laptop was 100% necessary so we could become a two-computer household and Facebook simultaneously. It's helped our marriage tremendously.) And, we decided (okay, I decided) to download Skype and do some free and fun drunk Skyping.

We convinced our friend G-money (or, G$, for short) who lives in Chicago to get on board, too, so the kids could see each other and we could toast beers while watching NCAA hoops. The first five minutes ended up being a holla like a monkey match between the kids to see who was louder. Then, they showed each other their tongues. Next, the stuffed animals. Finally, what they were eating. At one point, Kaila lifted up her shirt, ensuring that she will never, ever, ever go away on spring break. Ever. But, the adults were no better. At first, we talked about the basketball game. Then, we realized G$'s TV was three minutes ahead of our TV, totally confusing Madan. Finally, we compared beers, toasted, got more beers and probably started acting like the kids. But, not like Kaila.

It was fun. And, free. The technology isn't perfect, but it was cool for our families to be able to see each other while chatting and boozing. I hate talking on the phone, but this, I can do. Of course, using the webcam means my hair and make-up will always need to be spot on. You never know who'll be Skyping you next.