New Cell Phone Awkwardness

A got a new cell phone the other day, a money BlackBerry storm. Now I can be among those douchebags that sit and type on their BlackBerry all day, and complain about getting e-mails at all hours of the day, even though it is my choice to sync my e-mail with my BlackBerry.

I think it will really open up my douche horizons, and that's something I'm looking forward to.

But I have rather unique needs on my cell phone. I don't text a ton, and I don't really need a camera, although I have used it a lot more since I've had this blog.

But I do browse the internet on my phone quite often, and I use the phone to write notes a lot. Many of the blog entries you've read on this here blog have originated with some drunken phrase I've typed in my phone at 3 a.m.

So when I got my new phone, I wanted to make sure the NotePad function worked. So my first test was writing down directions to a local Air Force Base in Washington, D.C., because I had to go there today to cover a basketball game.

It just so happens that I have a female friend from college with the same last name. And it just so happens that she was in town this weekend. And this led to some awkwardness of the most glorious kind.

We were out in D.C. the other night, drinking, bullshitting, catching up, doing all that awesome shit.

I was talking about my new phone, and how I was still getting used to the touchscreen. I told her how I use the notepad function on phones a lot, and I wasn't sure how this one was going to work. She asked to see it, and so I pulled up the screen.

Something new about the notepad function on the BlackBerry Storm: You have to have a title for each note. So when I was typing directions in, I tried to save it, and it wouldn't let me without a title, so I just used the name of the base as the title.

So she's looking at my notes, and she sees one that has her last name on it. And she looks at it. And finds directions from my house to this base in Washington, D.C.

"395 North to 285 South to S Capitol Street..." and so on.

Well, it just so happens that the hotel she is staying at in the city, is very close to this base.

So from her opinion, it seems as if I have her name in my phone, as well as directions to get to her hotel room. Which is all fine and good, except for the fact that she never mentioned to any of us the exact hotel she was staying at.

This would suggest some stalker-ish behavior on my part, with a girl who I am friends with.

Believe you me, not an easy thing to explain away.

Add that to the fact that in my photo album, there may or may not have been a photo of my junk, which I used to test the camera on my new phone and forgot to delete, and as Ricky Ricardo would say, I "had some splainin' to do."