"Are you there Margaret? It's me, Reese"

This seems to be happening lately when I go out for a big night of drinking; I find a new name and number in my cell phone and I have no recollection of who it is. It typically turns out to be a friend's info but when I'm tipsy and punching on the keypad, the spelling is compromised; I'm not a dexterous texter. I don't get so drunk that I have blackouts (often), but of course there are snippets of conversations that I'm reminded of later that had escaped me. This weekend I found "Mag" in my phone. I was too chicken to call it, so a friend did it for me and the voicemail is for a Margaret. I have NO idea!