Mar 30, 2006 08:06
Mike and I watched Lost last night, and for anyone else who saw it, it was one of the best damn episodes of this season. In fact the last two episodes (and the next I'm sure--Hurley in the psych ward!) have proved how mediocre the first half of this season was.
Anyway, at the end of the episode when the truth about Henry Gale is revealed, I was so excited that I told Mike to give me a high five. Apparently my uber-excitement freaked the shit out of him, and he gave me the weakest, girliest high five ever. I shouter loudly that he could better than than, did he just not watch how awesome the Locke-and-blacklight filled episode was? I yelled at him excitedly to give me a real high five. Again, he wussed out. By this point I'm totally worked up, a great episode of Lost with lots to think about, and I told him to really give me a high five, and not be such a pussy about it.
Mike pulled his arm back like the kid pitcher in "Rookie of the Year" (you know, all jerky and abrupt) and really let me have it. The force of his high five pushed my raised arm completely back, slamming my the back of my hand into my face and jammed my thumb into my right eye. It was a total accident and neither of us were to blame; shit happens.
I suppose I was asking for it, though.
lost,
mike