Fiat Pudor

Last night, I was talking to Stacy (meam puellam) on the phone while getting progressively more drunk. A lot of it is a little hazy, but sticking out in my mind is an exchange wherein she said that she needed to make a sandwich, and would I mind talking to her mother for a minute? I put up a brief fight, complaining loudly that I would have to pretend that I wasn't drunk, etc. etc. But since I obviously had no way to stop her, the phone was given, and for about 45 seconds to a full minute, I was talking to my girlfriends mother, whom I've never met, and to whom I've never talked, while drunk. In my defense, I think I pulled it off admirably. There's no way she could have told from my speech that I was inebriated. All in all, it was a good conversation.

Then, after the phone was handed back, I said "Whew, that was tough. I had to stop my speech from slurring and everything."

The reply, "You know the phone is turned up really loud. She can hear what you say to me."

Half-believing, and mortified, "Even the stuff I said before I talked to her??"

Wry, "Even the stuff you said before you talked to her."

"..."

After a few seconds, I started laughing hysterically. What a night.