...I don't remember this.
Specifically, I don't remember why on earth I'd be dicking around on my phone when I'm face to face with a pair of hot studs waitin' to double down on me. Like, what, was I texting someone?!? Was I all like, "Hey, so, there's this dude with his hands on my hips and his face in my crotch, but you know, whatever, just wanted to send you a quick text and see if you saw the game last night." Seriously. Seriously.
Oh, not in Utica, no...It's an Albany expression.