In Which Eric Remembers People From Another World

Nick Craig just set off a very bizarre chain of events.

1. I was in the bathroom taking a shit when my phone rang. It said nickcraig on it so naturally I thought "what the shit?" and then picked up.

2. Proceeded to have a half hour conversation with said nickcraig, he drunk, I still on the toilet unbeknownst to him. Highlights included:a recap of 5 year runion including tales of a nearly consumated convservative christian bigot vs. lesbian smackdown featuring Tiffany Mickleson and Anne Peters, good old FC nostalgia, a brief treatise on segregation and race relations in Middle America and the broader global community, and the obligatory State of the Joel address.

3. Here being where it gets truly wierd, this unexpected contact ignites an ill-advised and unquenchable desire inside of me to contact someone else I haven't spoken to in years. I hatch a plan to organize my own sort of 5 year reunion, but excluding all the people I wouldn't want to see.

4. I call Anne Peters. I apparently still have her correct phone number, she apparently still has my number listed, and she actually answers. We talk for a half an hour and highlights include: finding out that Ashlea Twait is moving to Seattle in a few weeks, discussions of Mindy and Sam and Carla, and coming up with the idea that my quest should take the form of a drinking game in which I become successsively drunker between each call I make. I would need to make a list of people, and order them appropriately so that the last person on the list is the one that would demand complete shitfacedness to contact.

5. I call Carla. She also answers. I find it absurd that this is working. I tell her about my strange night and the drinking game and we brainstorm about my list. We agree that Joel should be last. Or maybe Sam, but that I'd have to be too drunk, and would pass out before she answered. Geoff Lindsay has contacted her, as Sam has contacted me. When informed that Carla teaches preschoolers Geoff told her he would never trust her with his child. Carla is thinking about becoming a hairdresser, despite the fact that she gave me the worst haircut of my life, which I pointed out.

6. I ran out of steam. Ty, you would have been next even though you weren't in my class, but I know you're rocking out at Lollapalooza right now and I couldn't really bear to call anyone other than you. And I didn't really feel up to getting as drunk as it would have required. Nonetheless, one of the most enjoyably weird nights in recent memory.

Ty, I'm calling your ass soon.