Know when you're laughing so hard you can't breathe. Or think. Or move. Or stop crying. Or stay continent?
I was out with dear friends for dinner and shopping on saturday night, well... we had dinner, apparently the stores close early on Saturday?
Anyway, I often forget past details. I've written about this before. I instead remember everything about the detail except the actual thing I need to remember.
So, we are out and I'm trying to remember the name of a musician who looks like someone I've recently met... except the person is a more handsome version.
Me: I can't remember his name. But I remember his albums...
(in my head- There's one with an apple. No.. I ate a lot of apples when I was first listening to the album... I can't tell them that part... ok... there's a lightbulb on the album...)
um... illuminate? Musician... 1997... '98, uh.. goat boy... he kind of looks like a goat. Lots of hair. He played at Canada's wonderland.
Manda: I thought he was bald? I just assumed he was bald.
Me: um... uhuh uhuhuh.
Manda and Jen: what?
Me: his name! There are syllables!
Me: clap clap clap clap clap He has syllables!
At this point I'm trying to back my car into my driveway... but I'm laughing so hard there's no noise, and I'm trying not to pee myself... and I cant see because tears are streaming out of my eyes and my sunscreen is burning my eyes...
Thank goodness I live on a quiet street with no traffic... it took me a good 20 seconds to get the car out of the middle of the street.