Whiskey From A Bottle Of Wine
It's late when the phone rings. I can't really tell who is talking to me at the other end of the line, where ambient noise volume must be turning the caller's brain to Wheatena. Someone in a very loud place is talking and talking at the tops of lungs I don't recognize.
Tata: Hello? Hello?
Voice: Blabbity blabbity blab blab!
Finally, I break in.
Tata: Who is this, please?
Voice: It's DARIA, YOU IDIOT. I'm at that convention in Chicago and the surprise entertainment is ELTON JOHN! He's playing Honky Cat! I've been deaf for three songs! Gotta go!