Hey. Just got your text this morning. I was hammered when you sent it. Sounds like Michael must have been, too.

Details, Beesly, details!

That was a spur-of-the-moment text. Maybe I shouldn't have sent it. You didn't really miss much.

Sounds like I did. Come on. Tell me. Where were you when this happened?

No, really. It's okay. I shouldn't have sent it.

Okay. Your call. Sorry I missed it last night when you wanted to talk to somebody. No more drinking on the job for Jim Halpert.

You were drinking at work?

Sure. Oh, you thought I was at a bar or something—yeah, I can see where you'd get that, that does make more sense.

It's a long and sordid tale, full of really boring work and really strong shots and really drunk singing and really pathetic passing out on desks. Your night sounds much more interesting.

It was. Well, I can't say it was more interesting, but it was definitely interesting. My first Diwali party. Michael was on one of his cultural education kicks. He invited us all to go to this party that Kelly's family goes to every year…not sure if he cleared it with them first or not, but there we were. I'd been there about an hour when he got up to the microphone, and I got there maybe half an hour or an hour after everybody else.

So he gets up to the microphone—and it is not open mic time, he just gets up there, and he hadn't actually even been drinking anything at the party, he was sort of scared of the drinks and the food—and he starts talking about how much he's learned about Diwali, and how much Diwali has taught him about love, and then…. He asked Carol to marry him. And she said "Can we talk about this in private," and he didn't get it at first, but then they went off alone. I ended up driving him home, if that tells you anything about how the proposal turned out.

Wow. That is so…Michael.

I know, isn't it?

Now I'm even more sorry I didn't get your text last night, because I would have probably called you. Drunk. And that would have given you TWO interesting stories.

I already have two interesting stories.

Now you're teasing me. What's the other one?

It's not really the kind of story you write down. But I'll probably be here late tonight, finishing some things up. In case you wanted to hear it.

Of course I do. I'll call you, then. And I'll even swear off office liquor just for the occasion.

I'm so honored.

As you should be, Beesly. As you should be.