Toughening up

Using every piece of advice I have ever been given, I waited tacticly until nine o'clock before I dialed miss Lohans number. After all, it could of course be that she simply wanted to say sorry, and hang up. But I decided upon best case scenario, and borrowed a shirt and some scotch from Graham. To get that corporate, sober feel. In order to stay on top of the situation. She is, after all, a celebrity. And I am this next door neighbour travelling the world through a search engine.

Anywho, this is how the conversation spelled out:

Skarptast: Hi, this is me.

Lindsay: Oh, hi, Sharptast, it's me. Lindsay. Thankyou for calling me back.

Skarptast: My pleasure. I shouldn't have asked you to sign my skin, obviously.

Lindsay: Perhaps that was a bit bold, yes. But I am awfully sorry about my harsh response, so please, would you like to go out for a drink?

Skarptast: Let me see, tonight? Ahh, it's a fantastic series about sharks on Discovery tonite...

Lindsay: Oh. Of course. When does it end?

Skarptast: I don't know. It's a double. Midnight, maybe?

Lindsay: Ok, pick you up at midnight, then? In my limo?

Skarptast: Hold on a sec, someone's calling on the other line [putting her on hold, sending elevator music down her spine]

Lindsay: ...

Skarptast: [click] ...there, I am back. Sorry, a friend of mine, Elyse, wanted to hang, but I said I was busy tonite.

Lindsay: All right, Sharptast. Midnight it is, then.

Skarptast: See you then. Gotta go, "Wild sharks" has just begun.

Lindsay: *giggles* See you around, rooster!

Skarptast: [hanging up]