6 days left (and it's starting to show)
In rehearsal, Andrew jumped off the chair, tackled Chris and threw her water on her, getting himself drenched in the process. Apparently, he also cut off Chris' air supply, which led her to say (after we calmed down, and while I was still trying to remain invisible) , "I was afraid taht if you had kept that up for another two seconds, I was going to black out."
Which, of course, prompted me to respond, "No. You needed another good minute or two. It takes someone in a choke hold a few minutes to pass out."
Chris looked at me wide eyed. "Really?"
I am, first and foremost, the queen of random trivia. "Oh, yeah." And then I had my bright idea. "We can do it now to prove it." Every once in a while, I swear that Andrew and I are telepathic and pick up on each other's thoughts, because while I was talking, he was walking towards me. I clmibed to my knees.
And then I had my next bright idea. "WAIT! I need my cell phone! It has a stop watch." So I got my phone out, and Andrew put his hands around my neck.
Chris started freaking out, the spoilsport (>_<), so Andrew had to tickle her. Well, that looked like too much fun to pass up, so I had to join in, too. Which caused Chris to fall over and do the crabwalk across the kitchen floor to get away from us.
Somehow, Andrew and I turned into zombies, and we tried to assimilate Chris (Borg zombies), but she ran away and locked herself into the bathroom.
Andrew and I collapsed on the floor, laughing until it hurt. Andrew managed to talk first, and yelled after her, "Chris, how can I make it up to you?"
Chris' response? "DIE!"
Which caused us to laugh harder. We were trying to get off the floor, but that didn't work so well. Andrew was curled up on his hands and knees, and I was flat on my back, my arms and legs in teh air, and we were tyring desperately to breathe.
We laughed past the point of pain, and tears were streaming down our faces.
Then Chris came out, and we finished the rehearsal for the play where Andrew is suicidal (the reason he was in the chair in the first place).
Great fun.
Which, of course, prompted me to respond, "No. You needed another good minute or two. It takes someone in a choke hold a few minutes to pass out."
Chris looked at me wide eyed. "Really?"
I am, first and foremost, the queen of random trivia. "Oh, yeah." And then I had my bright idea. "We can do it now to prove it." Every once in a while, I swear that Andrew and I are telepathic and pick up on each other's thoughts, because while I was talking, he was walking towards me. I clmibed to my knees.
And then I had my next bright idea. "WAIT! I need my cell phone! It has a stop watch." So I got my phone out, and Andrew put his hands around my neck.
Chris started freaking out, the spoilsport (>_<), so Andrew had to tickle her. Well, that looked like too much fun to pass up, so I had to join in, too. Which caused Chris to fall over and do the crabwalk across the kitchen floor to get away from us.
Somehow, Andrew and I turned into zombies, and we tried to assimilate Chris (Borg zombies), but she ran away and locked herself into the bathroom.
Andrew and I collapsed on the floor, laughing until it hurt. Andrew managed to talk first, and yelled after her, "Chris, how can I make it up to you?"
Chris' response? "DIE!"
Which caused us to laugh harder. We were trying to get off the floor, but that didn't work so well. Andrew was curled up on his hands and knees, and I was flat on my back, my arms and legs in teh air, and we were tyring desperately to breathe.
We laughed past the point of pain, and tears were streaming down our faces.
Then Chris came out, and we finished the rehearsal for the play where Andrew is suicidal (the reason he was in the chair in the first place).
Great fun.