Oh how I love the people who make me laugh. I mean is there anything better in the world than laughing until you’re on the ground making monkey noises and nearly peeing on the floor?
Today at work, I realized it is yet again deadline week and I will be stuck working late every night on our May power issue. To be honest, I am a tad sick of power. Who cares if you have zillions of dollars and people shudder when they hear your step? Well, for the next week, I have to care and I see lots of work and very little laughter in my five day future. For some reason this sullen fate made me think about the times I have laughed the hardest in my life. And the two moments that came to mind were with my friends Keisha and Mary-Alice.
With Mary-Alice, it was when we were traveling from Hong Kong to Paris overland. We were in Venice and on the broke side so for kicks, we took a little boat around and pretended to only speak a rare clucking language. Anyone who would try to speak to us, we just clucked at them and then laughed like two mental patients. We even stole the boat’s safety buoys and wore them around to look even more insane. Then, as night came, we took turns fake proposing to each other in the middle of Piazza San Marco and crying our eyes out. We were just slightly fueled by several small bottles of vodka that we stole from the airplane. Ah, poverty can really be hilarious.
With Keisha, we were just back at Vassar, visiting friends who were still in school. Nothing much was happening except us lying on the floor hungover when Keisha decided to reenact the antics that got us to that state in the first place. She seriously had me snotting on myself from laughter. It was just one of those nothing days that becomes one of the best you’ve ever had. And I know with those two in my life, I will have many many more.