Havenwood

Wow. So this deserves note. The strangest drunk dial I've ever received.***

First some background. As many of you know, I had quite the nomadic childhood. At the end of college (which is probably the last bit of childhood I can squeeze out) I'd lived in about 7 states and a Canadian province. Fresh from the Ottawa winter of 1994 I arrived in Huntsville, Alabama. Yeup. The Rocket City (so called because the insane number of rocket scientists and ballistic missile programs of the US Army). With a flattop and my best Hypercolor shirt we moved to Havenwood Drive, right next to who would become my best friend in the neighborhood Raj.

Raj was cool. We would hike on the mountain where we lived, catch frogs, play in the rain, and compete in any number of Sega or Nintendo games. During the blizzard of 1996 we spent the week sledding down our driveway with terrible abandon. We discovered that Raj was immune to poison ivy and I was not. We also had the most amazing games of Frisbee football on Havenwood's beautiful asphalt. So why all the Raj talk?

Raj just drunk dialed me from a bar in Birmingham. Nice eh? Thank you Facebook. Seeing a 256 number flash on my Razr, I of course thought it was my cousin David returning my call at an appropriate 1:30a. Nope.

"Hey man. Its Raj. I'll be in Houston in the next six months. I'm at a bar in Birmingham. Let me let you talk to Ian."

After talking to a very bewildered Ian, and recommencing my late night snack and Soul Train viewing (God bless Soul Train), I realized we live in a crazy crazy world where 8th grade friends can drunk dial you at 1:30a a decade since you last spoke.

As a random tangent: Given the recent flurry of weddings I have been delighted to attend I must say that I have been thinking about what my would be like. I've decided it must include a Soul Train line. This necessitates a Soul Train Scramble where various wedding attendees would unscramble the name of music artists currently playing on some sort of festive board.


***With the notable exception of a 2002 drunk dial received from a Spelman College Caribbean native.