I missed an opportunity to play frisbee yesterday, so today Brian was quite assertive in his invitation to play today. After some two hours of filibustering, he managed to get us to leave, and Trevor came along with us. I wore Trevor's jump shoes, and very elegantly stumbled the whole way there - and then Trevor took his turn with them. Though you can't see them, he's wearing them in this photo. The only evidence, I suppose, is that his head is above my eye level, while he's normally almost a foot shorter than me.
There are few sports, I think, that are as conducive to laughter as frisbee, especially on a windy day with unskilled players. We managed to play reasonably for a short time, tossing the disc in a triangle that grew whenever we missed a catch, and shrank whenever the frisbee fell short. Before long, though, the game was reduced to trick throws - attempts to cast the disc into the wind, hoping it would turn back and fly in the proper direction, or to roll the disc to the desired target. Brian threw the frisbee and instead of flying to me or to Trevor, it gravitated to our center of mass - that is to say, precisely between us. Had we been a single person, there would have been no problem, so of course Brian's throw was without flaw.
Seeing Trevor attempt to throw with his left hand, sending the frisbee straight to the grass in front of him, made it quite impossible for me to stand, and I quickly buckled over backwards laughing.
We wrapped up the mood by taking turns playing Megaman 9, which offered us each sufficient opportunity to embarrass ourselves with the most inelegant deaths possible. If some initial event is funny enough, I think, it leaves a sort of humor residue on the mind, and for some time thereafter anything slightly amusing can send you into another fit of laughter.
At Café Revolución, Alex was likewise wrapped in laughter at the strange band name which had somehow found its way onto all of Rob's CDs - something like "Fatty don't be happy"... the name eludes me now.
But I love to see people laughing, and when it's infected them so much they are completely silenced by laughter, I am incited to laugh as well, even with no context.
We should laugh more! Why don't we?