So last night my phone rings at 2 a.m., unknown number. Obviously, I don’t answer. Strangely, though, they leave a message, so since I was up watching SNL anyways, I check it. And the message—clearly not intended for me—put such a goofy smile on my face that I just had to share it.
Let it be known that if you’re ever going to disturb me after 1 a.m., a drunken singalong to The Band is pretty much the best way to go about it.
It’s unnerving how this sounds like it could be Bryan and I.