Did I write about this before?

Forgive me if I've bored you with this story before, because I think I may have. Perhaps I didn't, and only meant to at one point in my life. Regardless, I feel it's a story that needs to be shared, even if I do share it twice.
I'm by no means a whore. Okay, maybe a little bit, but not as bad as this story will lead you to believe. However, I've placed myself in odd situations before due to alcohol.

About a year and a half ago, I was kind of dating someone. It was nothing serious, and I was bored with it. Actually, the person really annoyed me, and kept showing up everywhere I went, uninvited. I figured that when I stopped answering the phone, the message would be received, but it wasn't.

Anyhow, I was out at my favorite bar, the Junction, one night with Lisa. I wasn't driving and wasn't working the next day, so I had a good time. I used to have a problem known to many as drunk dialing. I decided to call an ex that night. Lisa told me it wasn't a good idea, but I figured that I knew better and made the call. At some point during the conversation, I told the ex to come out with Lisa and me the next night.

The next night, I was getting ready to leave, and I got a call from the person I was dating/unsuccessfully trying to dump. I said that Lisa and I were going to the bar because I knew it would be a waste of my time to lie since I'm sure I'd be getting checked up later. Stupid me, I gave the invite to join us.
I picked up Lisa and was complaining about the company that was going to be joining us. She started laughing really hard and asked me if I remembered any phone calls I made the night before. That's when I remembered. I realized I was going to be having 2 dates at the same time.

It was beyond awkward for me. Lisa was loving it though. The entire night, I wanted to crawl under the table. That's when I realized that I should not be allowed to use my cell phone after a night at the bar.