“Why are you calling?” I whispered. I glanced overhead the bed from where I crouched and decided to move into the living room.
“I just wanted to say hi…Hi,” he laughed. His voice was raised to speak over a party that was happening—and it was happenin’!—on the other end.
“Hi,” I shook my head and furrowed my brows. “Is that it?”
“Well, no not really,” he laughed again. Is he drunk? “I wanted to ask you something.”
“Adam,” I sighed and rolled my eyes, about to give him a speech but then decided against it, “never mind, just ask me.”
“Nothing. Just say it.”
“I’m hanging up.”
“No wait! Jeesh, I’m just plain…plain…play-fucking-yin! Fuck!”
“Agro-much?” I mumbled.
I chuckled at the ludicrousness of our exchange. “What’s the question, Adam?”
“I want you to come to my wedding!”
In the background I heard a hurrah from a bunch of guys, the cheerful roar bellowing into my ears.
“Are you insane?” I asked.
“Nope, just drrrrrrunk!” he laughed one last titter, and then I heard a crash and a bang. A bunch of laughter, and then the phone hung up.
Dude didn’t even give me a chance to refuse the offer. Should I refuse? I mean, what’s one wedding for my long lost best friend. All kidding aside, it’s Adam after all. Please can I get a free pass? Pretty please!?