Of Caffeine, Karts, and Frequent Hysteria
Weekend of epic spectacularness. High points:
Late Saturday night, after 4 cups of coffee and several rounds of cheesecake and Mario Kart, I wandered into the kitchen to unload the dishwasher. I heard an unintentionally dirty and hilarious comment issue from a friend in the other room and laughed so hard that I slid down the refrigerator and ended up sitting on the floor next to the dishwasher, dishtowel in hand. With the clear-mindedness that accompanies the fugue state of caffeine let-down, I decided that since I could reach the dishes in the washer from where I sat, I might as well dry them in comfort.
Alone in the kitchen, I decided to fill the silence by singing to myself. Singing and dishes go together, yes?
So. When Betsy came into the kitchen to heat up some rice noodles, she found me sitting on the floor, drying dishes and stacking them on top of the dishwasher,and singing Irish drinking songs. She helped me put the dishes away. Michelle came in and I think it says rather a lot about our collective state of mind that she simply sat down on the floor next to me and kept me company.
Sunday was gray and windy and started with an EPIC FAIL trip to the bookstore, where we were sadly disappointed by the selection; and two coffee/pastry shoppes, which turned out to be closed. Bri and Michelle and I collapsed in the living room, leftover fits of giggles from the night before occasionally breaking out. 'Round about 6 or 7 in the evening, Michelle was overcome by an irrational wave of responsibility and hied herself off to the dorm, ostensibly to work on homework.
Bri and I decided we wanted breakfast food, and cajoled Josh into driving us to Village Inn. I was fairly silly at this point, still very prone to giggles, but the food put Bri over the edge. By the time we left the restaurant, I had to guide her around tables (which she said had multiplied by 3) and she managed to get into the car only by lunging headlong into the backseat and sprawling across it. When we got home, she exited the car with a similar lunge, which I was mostly prepared for (I at least managed to keep us from crashing to the ground).
Back before Josh and I got married, there's a story involving me, and far too much caffeine and carbs at the Cheesecake Factory. It ends with Josh having to carry me to the car, and then up the steps to my apartment, due to my inability to walk, and then depositing me in an armchair where I giggled blankly at everything for about 30 minutes. Now I have a better understanding of what that must have looked like.
*giggle* And now I must go back to being a semi-responsible adult. :P Hello workweek!
Hope everyone got their share of laughs and warm fuzzies this weekend!
Late Saturday night, after 4 cups of coffee and several rounds of cheesecake and Mario Kart, I wandered into the kitchen to unload the dishwasher. I heard an unintentionally dirty and hilarious comment issue from a friend in the other room and laughed so hard that I slid down the refrigerator and ended up sitting on the floor next to the dishwasher, dishtowel in hand. With the clear-mindedness that accompanies the fugue state of caffeine let-down, I decided that since I could reach the dishes in the washer from where I sat, I might as well dry them in comfort.
Alone in the kitchen, I decided to fill the silence by singing to myself. Singing and dishes go together, yes?
So. When Betsy came into the kitchen to heat up some rice noodles, she found me sitting on the floor, drying dishes and stacking them on top of the dishwasher,and singing Irish drinking songs. She helped me put the dishes away. Michelle came in and I think it says rather a lot about our collective state of mind that she simply sat down on the floor next to me and kept me company.
Sunday was gray and windy and started with an EPIC FAIL trip to the bookstore, where we were sadly disappointed by the selection; and two coffee/pastry shoppes, which turned out to be closed. Bri and Michelle and I collapsed in the living room, leftover fits of giggles from the night before occasionally breaking out. 'Round about 6 or 7 in the evening, Michelle was overcome by an irrational wave of responsibility and hied herself off to the dorm, ostensibly to work on homework.
Bri and I decided we wanted breakfast food, and cajoled Josh into driving us to Village Inn. I was fairly silly at this point, still very prone to giggles, but the food put Bri over the edge. By the time we left the restaurant, I had to guide her around tables (which she said had multiplied by 3) and she managed to get into the car only by lunging headlong into the backseat and sprawling across it. When we got home, she exited the car with a similar lunge, which I was mostly prepared for (I at least managed to keep us from crashing to the ground).
Back before Josh and I got married, there's a story involving me, and far too much caffeine and carbs at the Cheesecake Factory. It ends with Josh having to carry me to the car, and then up the steps to my apartment, due to my inability to walk, and then depositing me in an armchair where I giggled blankly at everything for about 30 minutes. Now I have a better understanding of what that must have looked like.
*giggle* And now I must go back to being a semi-responsible adult. :P Hello workweek!
Hope everyone got their share of laughs and warm fuzzies this weekend!