My stomach still hurts from the WAVES of laughter that consumed all of us last night. We could not stop laughing. Everyone was funny. We were in the big room at Panchito’s – sprawled on couches around a table – and this poor couple, who thought they might have a quiet date in that big room (empty before we arrived) were basically chased out by our raucous NOISE. I can’t even explain it. We came home afterwards, and I felt HIGH. Laughing like that is good for the soul, mind, body … You just get it all OUT. I’m still laughing.<\/p>\n
I woke up and the first thing I thought of was Rachel saying:<\/p>\n
“So ‘My soul is dying in this relationship’ really means ‘Can I have the car keys?'”<\/p>\n
Yeah, you had to be there. But I’m still laughing.<\/p>\n
Alex KEPT becoming Faye Dunaway as Joan Crawford. It was like she had Tourette’s. “Barbara, PLEASE.” She would shout it over her shoulder. She would mutter it to herself. She would say it at point-blank range. She shouted it, she crooned it, she moaned it.<\/p>\n
Our waitress was awesome, by the way. Candace, if you ever read this: we love you. We lucked out in having you serve us! A Southern girl – she and Alex (brought up by her mother, a true Southern girl herself) bonded on pouring pounds of sugar into your tea. Candace dealt with us with grace, humor, aplomb. She didn’t even mind when Alex shouted “BARBARA, PLEASE” right in her face.<\/p>\n
Mitchell scat-singing the following words: “Make a full pot … what we don’t drink we’ll ice … MAKE A FULL POT … put it on ice … put it on ice … Make a full pot, and what we don’t drink we’ll ice …” He BECAME Louie Armstrong for a good 10 minutes. We all were literally SHRIEKING with laughter. Poor Jen. I thought she might die from it. Tears were streaming down her face.<\/p>\n
“Make a full pot! What we don’t drink we’ll ice …”<\/p>\n
HOWLING.<\/p>\n
Go read Alex’s account of it. <\/a><\/p>\n Oh, and I love that in my group of friends saying “Go straight to hell” to someone or “You are such an asshole” is literally the highest praise you can give that person. I feel HONORED when Alex shouts at me, “Go straight to hell!” I literally blush with shy pleasure and pride when Mitchell looks at me and says, “You are such an ASS.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" My stomach still hurts from the WAVES of laughter that consumed all of us last night. We could not stop laughing. Everyone was funny. We were in the big room at Panchito’s – sprawled on couches around a table – … Continue reading