john and i had to close the bar last night. it was decently busy, so we didn't get done until about 10 after 3, and the late hour was complicated by the fact that john had to get up and open the next morning, and an hour of sleep was immediately thrown out the window because of the daylight savings time hoopla.
unfortunately, john and i were so tired we became hysterical before we went to sleep.
it was 5am, and we were laying in bed giggling uncontrollably--it reminded me of when i'm on vacation with this girl, or this girl, and we come home from the bar in a drunken fit of giggling at things that really aren't funny, and we laugh until our sides ache in a seriously painful way, and one of us may think she's going to pee herself. and then we have to take really deep breaths to get ourselves under control and then we're like ok, ok. we have to go to sleep! and then it's quiet for 5 minutes until someone starts giggling AGAIN, and it goes on and on and on.
anyway, that was john and i last night.
here's a little peek...
(after we had been trying to go to sleep for quite some time)
my stomach: makes a squeaky noise.
me: i didn't just boone, just so you know. it was a tummy squeak.
i should probably explain that a boone is a fart, before i go on. i should also explain that i've never booned in front of john, and it's a point of contention between us. he begs me to boone on a regular basis. no, i am not kidding.
john: my tummy just made a noise, too. so i didn't even hear your tummy squeak.
john, again: but i don't believe you. i think you tooted.
the giggling begins.
me: if i tooted, you would know because it would smell bad. my toots don't smell good. that's why i don't toot in front of you, dickhole.
bed shakes with laughter.
john: that sucks for you.
john: my boones smell like flowers.
john: laughs so hard i think snot may have come out of his nose, but i'm not sure because it was dark and he had his back to me.
me: no, they don't. more giggling.
john: my boones smell like clean butt-hole.
at this point, the entire house may be shaking with our laughter.
me, after giggling for a few minutes: great. now i have to get up and write this down, or else i won't be able to remember how retarded we are tomorrow.
i get up and write the exchange down on a tiny scrap of paper.
john is silent the entire time, and i think he has finally fallen asleep.
then i crawl back into bed, and he starts giggling again, which make me start giggling again.
i think we fell asleep giggling.
i mean, do we ever get old enough that farts cease to be funny?
at any rate, giggling is good for the soul, and i know i fell asleep happy last night.
er, this morning.