Jen and I got together last night – and we had a sushi feast, and red wine – and Jen sat with her poor bum foot elevated on my lap – and we laughed until we freakin’ cried about various things in our lives, and memories, and we had a huge Rocky fest (after all – she and I going to see Rocky Balboa is what started this whole thing) and the entire evening ended with the two of us feverishly looking on line to see if we could buy the uncut (pun intended apparently) version of Party at Kitty and Stud’s – which led us into a web of insane links all over the web, as I am sure you can imagine – and we were laughing so hard at ourselves, and our ridiculous behavior … tears were streaming down our faces – it was like this shared manic episode, the two of us searching for cheesy p0rn in this frenzied manner, as though it was of DIRE importance – and also any time either of us said the words, “Party at Kitty and Stud’s” – which was quite often by that late point – we would both just LOSE it. It sounded funnier and funnier every time either of us said it. “Oh, here’s a reference to ‘Party at Kitty and Stud’s'” Jen would say, excited, huddled over her laptop and the absurdity of it would just KILL me. It was as though we were BORN saying the words “Party at Kitty and Stud’s”. As I walked down the hallway to the elevator, at midnight, ready to meander home – I could still hear Jen laughing down the hall. “Kitty and Stud’s???? What?” Once we find the uncut (ahem) version of this movie – we will have to watch it together. I am already laughing out loud just thinking about it.
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Ironically, I was very close to being stuck at Laguardia last night. I figured I might look ya up if I was stuck over night, but then again it would have been a crap shoot that you would have picked up an email/comment in time for a free dinner…
Besides, I couldn’t get a connection for some reason at the airport and I’m glad I didn’t have to have a conversation like this:
Me: Bad news, flights cancelled to Greenville and all seats booked for Charlotte and Columbia.
Her: You’ve been gone since Sunday night, the kids and I miss you, when can you make it home?
Me: Working to get a flight out tommorrow, but just talked to a guy trying to get to Charleston, he’s been trying for over 24 hours now.
Her: Well the kids and I are VERY disappointed, hope you can get a hotel room and get home soon.
Me: I miss y’all too, and I’m trying to get home as soon as possible.
Me:…But as long as I’m here, uh, I can’t seem to get online and…
Her: What? You need me to download some email for you?
Me: Well, not really. Can you, like, send an email to Sheila O’Malley and say I’m stuck in town and give her my cell phone? You should be able to find it on our home Outlook address book.
Her:
Me: In fact, while you’re at it send one to Michele Catalano, too!
Her:
Me: Um, do you want me to explain how to do that in Outlook?
Her:
Me: I mean, you wouldn’t want me just sitting in my hotel room all by myself with nothing to do, right?!
Her: OF COURSE NOT. WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO STAY STUCK AT HOME ON A FRIDAY NIGHT BY YOURSELF?!
Me: So, can I assume you won’t be sending out those emails?
Her:
Me: Uh, will you be picking me up from the airport?
Her:
Me: So, I’ll call you when I’ve got a flight and I’ll just take a taxi home, honey… LOVE YOU!
Her:
Me: So, uh, I’m just gonna hang up now and I’ll see the “love of my life” and my beautiful kids tommorrow, if all goes right….
I absolutely love it when you write these scripts of hypotheticals with your wife. And I love when she falls silent for an ominously long amount of time. hahahaha
Damn, though – next time you should definitely look me up!