Who's calling?

After writting the last entry, the hungover kicked in.
The kind which doesn't leave you any choice but take up residence on the sofa, with a cushion rolled around your head in a attempt to stop the bumping noise taking place somewhere in between your ears. What was left of my brain wasn't the only noisy item around either; my phone kept ringing, and I just screened everything with great impartiality for the first few hours.

Of course it's the time when you start cursing yourself and asking yourself the timeless question no one found an answer to yet: Why did I drink so much that night?
Now, I'm really wishing I didn't (not that amount anyway). Especially since I keep getting calls from people I don't even remember ever existed, and who didn't see me at my best... Far from it!

Here's the conversation as it's been last night, this morning way too early, and every hour in between:
"Hello??? (me with a sleepy/drunk/unsure voice)
-Hey darling! How are you?
-Good, good... Err... What about you? (=who the heck are you?)
-Great! What are you up to?"

Then you can classify answers in two different categories:

Answer one:
"I'm sleeping/was sleeping/curing my hungover at home. Last night was wicked but my body can't cope with it anymore.

-Oh, I'm so sorry, do want us to come along? I'll bring long-enumeration-of-unknown-names. You live in [...], right?

-Err...(=SHIT! How do they know that?) No! Err, I mean, err... I think I really need some sleep, but we'll catch up later in the week-end, ok? Bye take care! (=and let me get some f*cking sleep!)

Answer two:
"-I'm in Turnmills, wanna come along?
-Yep sure, see you in less than an hour darling, I'll bring along long-enumeration-of-unknown-names.
-Cool, sounds great, say hi to everyone, I'll see you in there then!"
Results of answer two:
At least ten different persons who apparently knew me came to Turnmills last night. Thank God it was packed! I didn't recognise them, and they probably didn't find me, which is for the best because if you can get away on the phone it's an other matter in real-clubbing life, and I'm still unsure about how we're related...

Well, all those people sound like decent fun, but slightly stalker-ish... I wish I could at least assiociate various phone numbers with faces...