Late Night Call From...
Post-wedding weekend activities for me included laying on the couch with a big glass of water, detoxifying my body, while watching Pulp Fiction. Thanks to darthoprah's last journal entry, I saw John Travolta in a whole new light. I was falling asleep, could not keep my eyes open during the last sequence, all I could hear was Samuel L's big speech to Tim Roth as I was falling into slumber.
So, I just went to bed. I could not fight it anymore. I was laying in bed just on the threshold of sleep, when I heard the faint sound of my cell phone vibrating in the other room. Hmmm. I was not going to answer it, but I figured it must be important, as I never get cell calls, especially at night.
I got out of bed and promptly tripped on the bottom of my pjs and fell on my face. Stumbled/crawled across the carpet to my purse and got my phone. Too late. The number appeared as dementedsomnium's apartment. Shit. She knew I was headed to bed, so it MUST have been important. I waited to see if there would be a voice mail message before I called back.
There was. I stood sleepily in my room waiting for the voice mail to kick in. And when it did, I nearly jumped out of my skin... my mystery caller was not dementedsomnium at all... it was SAMUEL L JACKSON calling ME to tell ME to go see his new movie Snakes on a Plane... scared the crap out of me... he was just on my tv!!
What the fuck??? Samuel L Jackson calling me???
I called dementedsomnium who spent a good portion of the conversation in giggles. Apparently you can send these phone calls to anyone.
Hardy Har Har.
So, I just went to bed. I could not fight it anymore. I was laying in bed just on the threshold of sleep, when I heard the faint sound of my cell phone vibrating in the other room. Hmmm. I was not going to answer it, but I figured it must be important, as I never get cell calls, especially at night.
I got out of bed and promptly tripped on the bottom of my pjs and fell on my face. Stumbled/crawled across the carpet to my purse and got my phone. Too late. The number appeared as dementedsomnium's apartment. Shit. She knew I was headed to bed, so it MUST have been important. I waited to see if there would be a voice mail message before I called back.
There was. I stood sleepily in my room waiting for the voice mail to kick in. And when it did, I nearly jumped out of my skin... my mystery caller was not dementedsomnium at all... it was SAMUEL L JACKSON calling ME to tell ME to go see his new movie Snakes on a Plane... scared the crap out of me... he was just on my tv!!
What the fuck??? Samuel L Jackson calling me???
I called dementedsomnium who spent a good portion of the conversation in giggles. Apparently you can send these phone calls to anyone.
Hardy Har Har.