Um... I see that I called you Saturday night. Did I leave a message?

It started out as "Hey! This is Jameel!" I picked up the phone, which you utterly failed to notice, 'cuz you kept going. "I'm at Meier's reception and I'm drunk off my ass! And I'm calling you!" And that was about it.

After you hung up I turned, looked at Ellen, and we both cracked up for about ten minutes straight.

Actually, it started out more as, "Jason, oh shit, this is Jameel," at which point I urged Jason to pick up. I thought your car had broken down.

Then, belatedly, I remembered you didn't have a car.

R.I.P Battlewagon. Still.

Yes, then the crack-up began.