Omg I'm talking to Pete, and he's shitfaced.
This is so funny.
Okay, Pete, just for you, I will recount as much of the conversation as possible. You were walking on the sidewalk, and you had to stay on, because you didn't want to get hit by a car. You wanted to know if I was available to play frisbee. You fell off the sidewalk. You went down some stairs and had to go slow so you wouldn't fall. You were back on the sidewalk. You had to be quiet, because there were people around that you didn't want hearing you. You were going to go over to Emily's dorm, because they were watching RENT, and you found this extremely hilarious. In fact, you found the entire conversation hilarious.
And that was the call. God, that was funny.
And for those of you wondering why the hell I'm in my dorm on a Saturday night, I'm sick. I have a real excuse.