Beware of Trenches
I have to say that I laughed more in the space of a few hours last night than I did in the entire last week, combined (barring the time I called Sarah, who incidentally was involved in the whole laughing bit). You see, we - that is, Sarah and me - had been making vague plans to take our friend Vince out to see The Dark Knight as soon as he got back from his summer school at CalArts. So I'm lounging around on the couch last night, watching a few episodes of Hannah Montana (shuddup. She's funny), when all of a sudden my cell goes off. I answer it and can barely say "Hello" before Sarah says, "Hey, we're picking you up in ten minutes, so I hope you're ready."
Me: "Wait - but I - nobody told me this!! What?!"
Sarah: "Oh, and by the way, I really hope you have directions to Vince's house, because I don't. And if you don't, you need to get them. Like, now."
Me: "Okay, but what are we -"
Sarah: "Just go get them! We're about to leave!"
Her cousin Mo, who came with her, said she was being a tad pushy, like she was my mom or something. I would be inclined to agree with that. So anyway, she picks me up and the three of us go over to Vince's house while discussing how I photoshopped her other friend Lauren into the High School Musical 2 poster (long story). When we pull up Sarah jumps out and runs up the driveway to meet Vince, but I decide it would be faster to cut across the lawn.
Only it wasn't a lawn.
It was, um, a trench.
I took two steps forward and before I knew it I was knee-deep in mud - and stuck. I called for help and Sarah turned around and promptly doubled over and almost passed out from laughing so hard. Her cousin Mo was pretty much the same way, but fortunately she stopped laughing long enough to help. It took about five minutes to get me out of there and once it happened, I lost a shoe (I wore flip-flops), so I had to go back and get my hands dirty (not the metaphor).
Sarah, meanwhile, goes to the front door to get Vince, laughing the entire time; she tells me she fell over, and had to sit down for awhile, just from laughing so hard. (I missed this, as I was still hunting for my shoe at the time.) So Sarah finally gets Vince and he comes out to witness this spectacle and seems highly amused at the whole thing, but fortunately he also agrees to let me use his hose. And, with me clean but also very drippy, we set off to the theater.
Oh, and since we missed the nine-fifteen screening and had to opt for the nine-fifty, Sarah called her dad and related the entire story to him as a means of explaining why we were late. She and Mo promptly burst into fits of laughter again.
Yeah. I know I was the butt of the joke, but it was funny anyway. Definitely one of those "you had to be there" moments, but that makes it all the more hilarious in our opinion.
Goodness, why can't all nights be like this?
Me: "Wait - but I - nobody told me this!! What?!"
Sarah: "Oh, and by the way, I really hope you have directions to Vince's house, because I don't. And if you don't, you need to get them. Like, now."
Me: "Okay, but what are we -"
Sarah: "Just go get them! We're about to leave!"
Her cousin Mo, who came with her, said she was being a tad pushy, like she was my mom or something. I would be inclined to agree with that. So anyway, she picks me up and the three of us go over to Vince's house while discussing how I photoshopped her other friend Lauren into the High School Musical 2 poster (long story). When we pull up Sarah jumps out and runs up the driveway to meet Vince, but I decide it would be faster to cut across the lawn.
Only it wasn't a lawn.
It was, um, a trench.
I took two steps forward and before I knew it I was knee-deep in mud - and stuck. I called for help and Sarah turned around and promptly doubled over and almost passed out from laughing so hard. Her cousin Mo was pretty much the same way, but fortunately she stopped laughing long enough to help. It took about five minutes to get me out of there and once it happened, I lost a shoe (I wore flip-flops), so I had to go back and get my hands dirty (not the metaphor).
Sarah, meanwhile, goes to the front door to get Vince, laughing the entire time; she tells me she fell over, and had to sit down for awhile, just from laughing so hard. (I missed this, as I was still hunting for my shoe at the time.) So Sarah finally gets Vince and he comes out to witness this spectacle and seems highly amused at the whole thing, but fortunately he also agrees to let me use his hose. And, with me clean but also very drippy, we set off to the theater.
Oh, and since we missed the nine-fifteen screening and had to opt for the nine-fifty, Sarah called her dad and related the entire story to him as a means of explaining why we were late. She and Mo promptly burst into fits of laughter again.
Yeah. I know I was the butt of the joke, but it was funny anyway. Definitely one of those "you had to be there" moments, but that makes it all the more hilarious in our opinion.
Goodness, why can't all nights be like this?