Thursday, December 11, 2008

Cellular Banellular, Inter-active-ogular

Well, I was going to just post in the comments of Greg's blog, but I seem to have the totally unuseful super power of taking any simple question and being able to turn it into a full fledged drunken college antics story.

To begin, the phone to the right is some old model kyocera, very close to mine. Blue backlit screen, not flip, and silver. I got it late compared to most, Junior or senior year in high school. ('02, '03) and it was also for "Emergencies only". Which was either before, or because of, when I rolled my van. But that's another story. I loved that little phone and I began using it as any kid would for all things teenager. I went to college with it and it met it's demise during a freshman winter house party. I remember I wore my jacket, then left it on a coat hanger, phone inside, while I commenced in getting completely hammered. Upon returning to my coat I looked in my pocket to find that my phone was gone. I started looking around for it and traveled into other rooms upstairs which of course were "off limits." In my drunken stupor I grabbed 2 xbox games and 2 of those super large xbox controllers. I hate thinking that I felt it was cool to steal from other people generous to host a party for us freshman. But I was a young kid, I was drunk, and I've done plenty of stupid things in my day only to learn from them. I left the house party and then sobered up and was VERY weary in returning to ask if anyone found my phone. I actually mustered up the guts and was very suprised when they didn't ask me if I saw anyone steal xbox stuff.

Ironically, (does that work there Greg?) my roomate found the exact same phone as mine, a week later, outside of a campus building. We called the "Mom & Dad" expecting someone our parents age, 40's, and were completely suprised when some 60-70 year olds answered. Turns out it was the basketball coach's phone, who was so busy with recruiting and whatnot he had his phone replaced that day. Me being timid and/or stupid, didn't even consider asking him for his old phone so I could get it changed over to my plan. I was then handed down my dad's old phone when he upgraded. Seen right.

This phone met an epic ending at one of my most famous nights. Unparalled in drunken stupidity I had found a way to tear open my palm and literally paint the bar red. I won't go into too much detail because I am planning an Injury Week soon, were I tell all the stories from me trying to win the darwin award. Either way, my dad's hand-me-down of 3 years was dropped into the toilet I had just urinated in. I quickly scooped it out, turned it off, and went on my night. While in the ER an hour later I actually called my mom, then wondered why my phone turned off. It also had wierd moisture dots inside the screen and I was completely clueless as to how they got there. It took me a couple days to remember that it had went scuba diving earlier that night. See right for a teaser of the stories soon to come! woohoo!

Listening to: Banana Phone by Raffi


Gregor said...

"I got it late compared to most, Junior or senior year in high school."

Pffft, you were practically an early adopter.

Ric said...

That picture makes me queasy.

I got my cell phone junior year of H.S. (2000), and I remember when there were stiff penalties for even bringing those things to school. Nowadays 12-year-olds can text test answers to their friends across the room. WTF.

BLaZE said...

Yeah, an early adopter if I lived in Edgar. I hear you were rolling your jeans into middle school.

You make Freedom feel like a budding populous!

KiltRunner said...

lol that pic was taken from my old phone. woohoo!

Joe said...

Wow, I had completely forgotten about finding that phone -- and the moral dilemma we faced over just keeping it or trying to return it. Then we try and return it, and he has no use for it whatsoever.

On a side-note, drunks and phones just don't mix. Cinco de Mayo 2007, I for some reason spiked my phone down in the middle of the street at 2 AM. Needless to say, broken pieces scattered everywhere into the dark night. Wise, wise move young grasshopper.